I am going insane.

I couldn't find the peanut butter yesterday morning for my daughter's daily pb toast fix. I always put it in the same cupboard, same shelf, easily accessible. I asked G if she knew where it was (she likes to eat it plain sometimes and is known for hiding things under the couch). She said she didn't know. I briefly wondered if Hubby took it to work for some odd reason (needed some morning protein?). That wasn't it either. My house has a tendency to eat things so I finally just chalked it up to the house must have been hungry again. Then this evening I decided to do a little cleaning (cuz I'm crazy like that), looked under the sink for the cleaner when, lo and behold, there's the peanut butter....under the sink....next to the Lysol wipes. And the thing is, I have vague recollections of putting it there when I was talking on the phone. It's also not the first time such a thing has happened. I once opened the fridge and there was a box of cereal in there. I shudder to think of what I will be like in 30 more years.