I went into a fit of rage this morning because of gloves.
I yelled and screamed.
I threw gloves and hats and scarves ALL over my living while furiously searching for a pair that would fit Little J’s hands.
Because the ones from last year, that she was wearing when she came home last night, have disappeared.
The new set I just bought her a couple of weeks ago, have also disappeared.
Someone is lacking the ability to take the fucking gloves off her hands and stuff them in her coat pocket. Or back pack. Or in the bag where we keep our winter gear in the front closet. Or up her ass, if that’s what will keep them from going missing on a regular basis.
There’s nothing I love more than frantically searching for gloves when I need to be leaving for work because this might be the one day all week that she has outdoor recess, and it’s cold.
I hate gloves.