And it can't be simple forgetfulness. Things are taking advantage of the chaos in the house to deliberately relocate themselves, possibly in some sort of pocket dimension, where I can't find them. And it needs to stop.
Write them a song. They like that. Or draw them a little picture of a house and tape it into an inconspicuous corner -- I did that as a child because I wanted to make sure that the brownies had a home to call their own. It might make them feel better if they have a safe place to go amid all the chaos.
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