Uterine Locating Device

There are times when someone in my family misplaces something and then I often hear, "Mom/Kathleen, do you know where my ____ is?" Ironically I usually do where the wayward item is - and I chalk this up to my uterine locating device. It's something most moms possess - and most moms use on a daily basis.

It's one of the mysteries of the universe (or not) how women/mothers are able to locate items thought to be lost. For good.

There can be no other reason than that women possess some sort of location ability that men, boys and girls do not. I have deemed it the uterine locating device (ULD).

My children have learned to take it seriously - asking me to use my ULD to find their missing item(s). However, I have learned that it only works in my own home - or if we're vacationing in our home-away-from home.

Now, I just wish it could find my motivation!!!

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