Absolutely Furious

Going out tonight.
Thought it was cute when my son would put on discarded shoes to 'try' for himself. He walks very well in heels, truth be known.

I get out my PRICELESS Cubic Zirconias. Ok, so no heirloom, but they are only new, have only been worn once. Got to bathroom to adjust hair ( again ), Come back. Only one earring remains.

YES, I put them 'up high'.
Stupid packing boxes acting as stairways to wealth and riches.

I find the necklace - it's dangling provocatively from my son's neck.
Yes, he is cute, yes, I should be flattered - he's only mimicking me...

"Where is Mummy's earring, Bubby?"
He frowns and wags his finger at me in a 'tut-tut' fashion
"Yes, I know it's naughty, where did you put my earring ?" ( I check his pockets etc )

Gone. He has no idea where it is, but helpfully directs me to some shoes ( no, it's not in the shoes )
Far out, i'm annoyed. No wonder I don't want to own "good stuff" .. it's just too stressful, and I am sick of going through the garbage when we lose something ( usually it is too late - the missing item is out in the big garbage before the item is discovered AWOL ). To my knowledge, we have lost:

- a coffee cup
- a toy giraffe
- numerous teaspoons ( just chuck 'em out with your empty yoghurt container, easy ! )
- perhaps another set of jewellery I can't locate at the moment ....
- etc

He's a good boy .. but ... sometimes ....