How Patient Can One Woman Be?

In case you don’t know, the “lovey” is Eli’s special blanket-like object. He sleeps with it, naps with it. You get the idea. He loves it. It’s a hodge-podge of sheer material I sewed together for him when he was an infant, inspired by our curtains, which he would rub together between his hands as I was putting him down for a nap.

Currently, the lovely is missing. No worries. It will turn up. It always does.

The following is a conversation Eli and I had this afternoon:

Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: I don’t know sweetie. Where’d you put it?
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: I don’t know sweetie.
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: I don’t know sweetie. Why don’t you look in your room?
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: I don’t know Eli. Have you looked in your room?
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: I don’t know, sweetie.
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: Look in your room.
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: Look in your room, Eli.
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: Look in your room, Elias.
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: Eli, look in your room.
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: Elias, I don’t know.
Elias: Mommy.
Tamara: Yes, Eli.
Elias: Mommy.
Tamara: Yes, Eli.
Elias: Mommy.
Tamara: Eli.
Elias: Mommy.
Tamara: Eli.
Elias: Mommy.
Tamara: Eli.
Elias: Mommy, where’s the lovey?
Tamara: I do not know, Eli. Have you looked up your butt?
Elias: (Hysterical laughter) Up the butt! (More hysterical laughter)

I know, I know. I’m sorry.
Weak moment.
How patient can one woman be?