When the remote goes missing, the blame game begins.
It’s easy to make assumptions and point the finger at the likeliest culprit, Jessie. Apparently, it only takes one or two times before someone gets labeled for life. I could be wrong but this probably holds true for most families.
Sometimes, the controller is just not put back where it belongs. Other times it gets switched with an identical remote for another TV. This time, it just vanished.
No one knew who the last one was to use the remote but that didn’t stop us from asking Jessie where it was and for her to please look for it. Based on her expression, I knew this was not her doing.
For three days we looked to no avail.
Out of desperation, we decided the seat cushions of the leather couch needed a deeper dive.
As we turned the couch upside down, we heard a sound. We found a coin and some playing pieces from long-abandoned games., but no remote.
When we turned the couch over again, the TV went on. When we sat down, the channel changed.
To make a long story short, we found the remote wedged between the arm and the frame. We needed a screwdriver to extricate it. There’s a good possibility that if the TV didn’t give the remote away, we never would have found it.
The lesson learned here is, don’t be so quick to judge who is at fault.
Note to self, just because Jess is the likely suspect, doesn’t make her guilty. We need to stop this knee-jerk reaction of pointing the finger of blame.
Now, if we question who left an empty carton of ice cream on the kitchen counter, that’s another story… Wait a minute, that hasn’t happened in years. Jessie has wisened up. She throws the containers away. As long as she hides her tracks and cleans up, I’m pleased.
I think we are good.