Hey! I found my debit card! Where? On the kitchen counter, nestled in the folds of the pool party request form that I never used. It flew out onto the floor when I sorted through the pile of papers that had been mocking me from the counter for days now. I lost that card two weeks ago, I think.
I spent this afternoon pondering my son’s football jersey, the blue one he wears for practice. Over the weekend, I heard my husband say, “Put your jersey in the laundry room” and so that’s where I looked first. I looked through the baskets of folded laundry first, thinking maybe I didn’t notice folding it. I picked through the dirty laundry, piece by piece. Twice. Three times. I looked under his bed.
I asked my son, “Where’d you put your jersey?” And he said, “In the basket in the laundry room.” It was not there, no matter how many times I looked through the basket.
No jersey. I called my husband for advice and left a message. When he called me back, I stood and wandered with the phone to the living room . . . I looked down at two unread, still rolled-up newspapers and voila! The jersey! Still dirty, but present and accounted for.
Oh! And the missing Nintendo DS? (Did I mention that back in August?) Found. Under the 10-year old’s bed.
The effort of losing and finding things is wearing me out. I am losing my mind which is hard to do considering I carry it around in my skull at all times.
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New reader here. But I so relate to this post! Just a couple weeks ago I found my VISA card after losing it for about a month.
In the past I would’ve panicked and cancelled it, but this time I knew that it was here in the house SOMEWHERE. So I waited. And sure enough, I eventually decided to put on the shorts I’d been wearing the day it disappeared, and behold, it was in the pocket. (I KNOW I searched those &*$# shorts too!) Sigh.
i seem to be good at losing things to these days, including my mind!! i think its mostly because i not only have to keep track of my own stuff, but i seem to be constantly bombarded with…”mom where’s my…” or …”Honey, where did i put my…”. ugh it’s never ending i tell you. glad you found your debit card, that’s pretty important!!
I am so tired of being the household “finder” for everything. Seriously. Took my 9 year old shopping for a new game for her DS a couple of weekends ago as a reward that she had earned for doing extra chores. Bought the game, came home, DS is missing. Found it two weeks later in a box of rain boots. Why?
Once my gameboy was lost for a year. I found it at the bottom of a basket of clean laundry. At least it was clean. Can you please come to my house and find my wallet? It has been missing for almost 3 months. I checked all the laundry baskets already.
We are constantly losing things and Mom is the eternal “finder” of all things lost. Except the thing lost most is my debit card, too.
I’d never be able to survive that long without my debit card!