Yesterday, I brought my computer home in my briefcase just like any other day.
This morning it was gone. I looked everywhere for it and decided perhaps I had left it at work, although I didn’t really think so. I remember going to the bathroom before I left for work to brush my hair and noticing that my husband hadn’t made his side of the bed. I was aware of the empty space where he sleeps. It was an unusual morning because generally I take the kids to school and my husband leaves later than me. This morning he took the kids to school so I a quiet house.
When I arrived at work, there was no computer. I got a little stressed about it and then decided that one of my kids had probably snuck off to their room with it and didn’t dare tell me.
When I got home, I checked each kid’s room, nothing. I looked in my bedroom, even under the bed, nothing. I even looked in the bathroom! I doubt I have ever used it there, but I looked anyway. I looked under the furniture in the living room. I recruited my kids to look. I began to get frantic since all my work stuff is on the computer, my book, half way into the second draft is there, not to mention other important documents. It also contains my work files which include some that are HIPPAA protected. Losing the computer could be a problem for my licensure. I was getting loud with worry. I went back to my bedroom and something made me open my husband’s side of the bed. Perhaps subconsciously I realized that it hadn’t been made this morning. Lo and behold, there was my computer IN OUR BED!
I had begun to wonder if Shawheen, my deceased son, took the computer and now it was obvious. “Thanks, Shawheen!” I took the computer to the desk where I charge it. I still didn’t have the charger cable and it wasn’t there. I wasn’t concerned since I could replace it if I had to.
A little after dinner, my daughter came to find me in the bedroom.
“I think your charger cable is on the computer desk.” She said,casually.
“But I was just there putting the computer away and it wasn’t there. Are you sure it’s not the other one?”
“Well, I don’t think so…”
I went to check. I figured she got it mixed up with the other computer, but when I got there, my computer was at an angle like there was something under it. My other computer was plugged in to its charger. When I lifted up my computer, there was its charger, underneath it. There was no way I could have missed it before.
‘Thanks, Shawheen!’ I thought to myself. ‘I got the message! You want me to get off my computer and do something else!’ So, that evening I crocheted peacefully! I realized later he also didn’t want his pranks to cause my any anguish.