The Troll

The husband and I can be really absent-minded. We forget where we put things. Or sometimes we don't look hard enough. For example, the husband will look through a pile of papers on the counter for a particular bill and not find it. A few minutes later, one of us will walk by the pile and see the bill right on top. We would joke with each other that "the troll" must have taken it and then put it back when we weren't looking. We like to believe this as opposed to the likelihood of us succumbing to early Alzheimer's.

But now I think "the troll" is actually real.

I bought a pair of sunglasses a couple of months ago and put it up in one of the kitchen cabinets for safe-keeping until I could see my eye doctor. Well, I had an appointment this Thursday, so Saturday and Sunday I looked through the cabinets and they were nowhere to be found. I tore those cabinets up looking for those sunglasses. I mean I must have searched each cabinet 10 times. Thoroughly. I couldn't find them, so I canceled my eye doctor appointment yesterday. Today, when my mom, the kids and I got back from Target, there the sunglasses were, right on the kitchen counter, underneath the cabinets that I searched. After I squealed in delight and asked my mom where she found them, she said she didn't put them there. I called the husband and he said he didn't either. Okay...

Today I went in search of my "fat" bathing suit since we're going away this weekend. I was on the phone with the husband who was at work and as I searched my dresser, I complained that all I was able to find were my half a dozen pairs of my "skinny" bathing suits. He joked that maybe the troll would bring back my fat bathing suit like he did my sunglasses. (I had a stinking suspicion that the husband really found my sunglasses and was trying to trick me about them.) I joked back, "Yeah, he'll probably leave it right here on the bed to make it obvious, too." After searching my dresser, I told the husband that maybe it was in my closet, although that would be odd because I've never hung up my bathing suits. Well, no such luck. I even dug through the box in my closet of things that I didn't even want anymore. The husband told me he had to go because he was at Taco Bell and it was his turn to order. So I hung up and walked back into the bedroom.

There was my bathing suit right on the bed.

Now it is entirely feasible that I put it there and not have noticed. I did take a pile of clothes out and set them on the bed. And then put them back. The bathing suit could have been on the bottom, and I missed it.

But it still freaked me out.

I called the husband back immediately, and he suggested that perhaps I have a multiple personality disorder and don't remember things that my "other" personality does.