It's dwindling now, isn't it?

Caitlin asked an interesting question in the car this afternoon. She said, "How did my life get misplaced so badly?"

An interesting question, and one that applies to my return this evening. I came in the door after being accused of doing something ridiculous. I walked through my living room to the door to my basement and no one spoke to me. I came downstairs and found myself in disarray. My sister's clothes, not mine, were strewn across my bed. My pillows were missing. My books were pulled off my shelves. There was evidence of a ball of yarn, but no ball to be found.

How did this happen? How did I get moved out when I was gone for forty eight hours?

Or better yet, how did my life get misplaced so badly?