I think I'm in the Bermuda Triangle!

It's been quite a morning in my household. Neither I have lost my mind or I'm not as organized as I thought which in my world of me I think I'm really organized trying to make my life a little easier knowing if I want to find something I know where in the house to get it and then again I think I lost my mind along time ago so the first suggestion doesn't work in this situation well anyway the little one's needed their toe nails cut this morning and as much as I hate to do this with the scream on the top of your lungs and having to wrestle with children who are stronger than you isn't my idea of a great time. I went to get the clippers and I couldn't find them like they just vanished into thin air. I was thinking what's up with that? I remember having them yesterday because I used them yesterday and put them back where I keep them on our mantel in the kids baby basket with all the other baby needs and sure enough they are not in there after I dumped everything on the floor to rummage through everything and nope, they were not in there so I had to put everything back in the basket before the little finger snatchers decided to grab something and take off with it. So I was thinking where in the house could they be and they are gone and I'm sure the kids like that idea not having to get their nails cut today. Then there was this book I bought awhile back and decided it was time to start reading it because the children were having a great time playing by themselves and here I was getting a little bored so I went up to my bedroom to grab the book and it wasn't in the pile of books I have beside the bed. I was thinking that is strange because I put every book I buy there so then I was thinking maybe the cats knocked it under the bed seeing how the cats have super human strength and batted the book under the bed. Well I don't think they did that but who knows.. maybe..okay it's far fetched but I thought about it. I looked under the bed and all I found under the bed was a huge hair dust ball and a quarter and no book. So I went downstairs and looked into the pile of mail that's been collecting for months on my workstation because I'm to lazy to do anything with it but collect dust and stare at it until I just walk away not wanting to deal with the pile of mail and thinking it must be there seeing how everything else in the house gets piled in that spot but no book. I am bummed because the book seemed interesting. The book is Running with Scissors if you must know. Then I was thinking maybe I didn't even buy the book so turning my house upside down is a waste of time if I didn't buy the book and now I feel like I have to clean out the mail and get rid of all it and having to organize it isn't my idea of fun. I was just hoping if I didn't think about the pile of mail it would go away like the saying "out of sight out of mind" and more like for me "don't think about it and it will go away". Then it was time for lunch so looking for the book went on the side burner for awhile but I was still trying to remember if I even bought the book and then I remembered buying the book a few weeks before Halloween from Target so at least I'm not that insane but it still doesn't help me find the book in my house and where can the book be? It's not like we have this huge mansion with a zillion rooms so it has to be somewhere. It has to be somewhere! Geez, it's only a book and it vanished into thin air with everything else when you need to use it. Sometimes this is the story of my life. Now I'm bothered because I just am. sigh!!!!!