Back were they belong! (Thank God)

I have officially lost my mine or I am just so tired I can't think straight. 

This past holiday weekend I had a fussy baby that only napped if he slept on our bed. Now that he rolls like a champ I can't bring myself to leave him there without supervision. So last Saturday as Nicolo napped I laid next to him, on G's side of the bed,working on a crocheted baby blanket. 

I recalled my wedding rings getting caught in the yard and I thought about taking them off. I realized there was no bedside table to lay them on and decided against it. I then proceeded to doze off to sleep, watching a baby sleep only makes me tired.

The next morning as I rubbed lotion into my hands (chapped from washing so much because I have 2 in diapers) I realized my rings where off. Now comes the scary part.

I had absolutely no recollection of taking them off. I remembered thinking about it but doing it...no. I really thought I was going crazy. 

I then looked everywhere, and I literally mean it. I pulled the vent covers off the heat vents and put my hand down in them. I even called my sister, parents and in-laws (all the recent places I had been)to put out an ABP for them. 

Again, the worst part was that I could not pull out of my psyche the act of removing 2 rings from my fat fingers and putting them down. G tells me to relax, they have to be in the house and to take a day or two to sleep on it.  (He also reminds me he is still paying for them.)

Well, come to find out...he was actually sleeping on them. They somehow, and I have no clue, ended up on the bed under the sheets on his side. He happened to be fixing the sheet when he smoothed it out and felt them underneath. I was laying on his side and maybe I took them off in my sleep when I dosed off.

No matter what, they are back and I can stop giving myself a headache trying to recall what I did with them.

Thanks for finding them G. I love you!