It is morning. I was told, "I don't have an eraser."

It is morning. I was told, "I don't have an eraser."
It was definitely here yesterday.

I turn the pencil case upside down.
I also look inside the desk.

It's not there.
It's completely gone.

I thought, "Again?"
It's at the point where I can almost laugh about it.

The erasers in our house go on trips periodically. (And they never come back.)
I have a feeling it's not just this house.

"You're not managing your things well."
That's a phrase I hear often.

I feel like that might be true.
But it's not something to say in the morning.

Children can't hold everything in their minds at once right now.
Important things are causing a traffic jam in their heads.

Homework. Friends. Today's school lunch.
Erasers tend to get pushed to the back of the line.

We have those moments too, don't we?
A morning where you have your smartphone, but no keys.

It's not a matter of ability.
That's not the point right now.

Apparently, it was at school.
I see. In that case, Mom is relieved.

The eraser will come back again.
Usually, just when you've forgotten about it.

I'm waiting with bated breath.

<Lastly, a secret🤫>
For those whose erasers tend to go on trips, and for those who can laugh and forgive by saying, "Well, some days are like that."

This is a place to enjoy the "mysteries" of such daily life.

If you thought, "Don't worry about it!" please leave a like quietly ✏️

If you follow, another piece of daily life will wander back in.

Just like the eraser, it's fine whenever it returns.

I am waiting with the break room door open💐