The Great Remote Control Hunt

Every day (or evening) is the Great Remote Control Hunt in my house. No matter where I put it the day before, once the kids get hold of it, it's lost and I have to hunt it down.

Sometimes I long for the days of old time remotes attached to TV's, or even getting up and changing the channel Dial (yes I am aging myself), but then I wouldn't be able to watch the shows that I DVR'd.

I need the remote to access the DVR.

I need the remote to fast forward through the commercials.

I need the remote to review something I didn't catch.

So I hunt it down. Day after day after day after day. I first check all the surface places: the rugs, the TV stand, the table. Then I check between the cushions of the couch, and inevitably find crumbs or candy wrappers, which aren't supposed to be there because there's not supposed to be any eating on the couch. I then get down on my hands and knees and reach under the couch and chair. Of course, the dogs think it is play time and get down on the floor too and roll around me. Then I look under the furniture in case it's not within reach.

AHA! Eureka! It's found. A different place every day---today it was under the dining room table. Don't even ask.

Ahhhhh... One Life to Live and General Hospital here I come!