Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Day 278 or The Day I Lost My ...

Brain. Oh I mean credit card. (Now did your mind go somewhere else? Naughty. Naughty.)

But back to my lost card. My husband is about to take a big trip. A trip North. Very North. Needless to say, life in Texas has not necessarily prepared us for all the contingencies of the Northernmost regions of the world. So yes, we pulled out the old reliable for a few necessities.

Unfortunately, I pulled it out while we were in the kitchen, unloading groceries (me), cooking dinner (said husband), and bickering (children). At some point I believed that I gave my husband the card. Except that when he was about to head out, he asked for it. WHAAAAT?

I gave it to you. No, you didn't. Yes, I did. No, you didn't. So on and so forth. So we start looking. And looking. And looking. For hours.

Now I have one of those houses with a Bermuda Triangle quality. Not because it's messy. In fact, we were expecting company so we had cleaned all day. Yet things just seem to disappear. So after looking in all the obvious places, we looked in the less obvious places. After all the less obvious places, we looked in the stupid places. And after stupid places, well... I just started to lose it.

Had I created a memory? Because that means you're full-on, padded cell, white jacket crazy. It is entirely different than forgetting something. If I had not given it to my husband, what had I done? And why did I think that I had?

So just shy of pure "Gaslight", I had pulled out the microwave, I pulled out the stove, and the frig. I cleaned places that nobody cleans because nobody sees it. Because nobody loses their credit card, where? Drum roll, please.

In the Ziploc box. Yes, you read that right. The Ziploc box. It seems if we could have rewound the tape of our lives, we would have seen that while I was dividing up the huge pack of beef (that I got an awesome deal on) for the freezer and my husband and I were trying (and I do mean trying) to have an important conversation about this trip while my children were simultaneously fighting and calling my name every two minutes, I picked up the card with the extra Ziploc bags and promptly deposited them and the card into the box.

When my husband found it, I literally dropped to the ground. I cried. I'm not CRAZY. I'm just a very distracted mom. Very distracted. And I need to slow down and not try to multi-task so much.

So lesson learned.

Well, for today. But I am a mom. And we are expected to do more things in one day than any human is capable of and it is not just possible but entirely likely that I will attempt to do more than one thing at a time.

Probably tomorrow.

But for today, I will try to do better.

P.S. The good thing that came out of it -- my husband saw how thin I was stretched and made me a very large White Russian and a hot bath. So as they say, all's well that ends well.

17 comments:

Frau said...

Omg....I'm laughing with you cause you are certainly laughing about it now that you have your white Russian and bath! I've been there so many times...never funny when your in the thick of it. I hope today is more sane!

Unknown Mami said...

I'm so glad you found it and that you got a White Russian.

chitra said...

Here to say hello to my dear friend.See you soon

Carolee Sperry said...

I've done similar stuff...

I'm always doing two or three things at once...

Is it any surprise that things end up in strange places now and then?

Thanks for the chuckle- it starts the morning out right!

Aging Mommy said...

Traci this is a great post! You should submit this as part of Mama Kat's meme tomorrow if that's possible. As you know I have managed to recently lose my bank card before my husband went on a trip, my DL and then my camcorder, none of which ever turned up again.....but I never did look in the ziplock bag :-)

AlyGatr said...

UGH, I hate that feeling! Earlier this year I lost both my wallet and my hubby's cellphone at Pappadeaux. I had left my little backpack open and both had fallen out and I didn't realize it until the next day when I was at WalMart and I was checking out and I had NO WALLET! Luckily, my mom was visiting from Boston and was able to bail me out and spare me the humiliation of having no money to pay for everything I bought. I'm fortunate the server had found my wallet and I was able to get it right back, but the panic was unforgettable.

P.S. Can I have a white Russian too? With or without the hot bath :)

Connie Weiss said...

UGH. I hate losing things.

The main thing that goes missing here is the kids stuffed animals that they sleep with.

We spend so much time looking for them!!

sam said...

too funny. and the sad part is ... i can relate.. great read. thanks. Keri

Tracie said...

I'm always doing more than one thing at a time. But I never do anything well because I'm so scattered. Stuff like that happens to me All. The. Time.

I threw a refund check in the trash once. Another time I threw away the tv remote.

sm said...

this happens
glad that you found it

blueviolet said...

I love the end result of it, that's for sure! But I hate when that happens!!! The ziploc box, what the heck?

alicia said...

Sorry. Not sure laughter is the right response, but I can totally relate. Glad you found it because it would have been more ugh otherwise.

Thanks for reading my guest post. Sorry for your stuck. I think there are few things that feel worse. Hopefully we'll get it squared away. Good luck to you too.

Alicia @a beautiful mess

Tiffany said...

That kind of crazy has happened to me before...whoa!! And I love how it ended at least!

....Petty Witter said...

Not an uncommon conversation I'm sure. I now we have had similar over our cards as well - except we don't have the excuse of children.

Holly said...

I would so do this too. I drove around once with my car keys on the top of my car for three days (I stole my hubby's set of keys). I have a long list of incidents like this. I am with you...I need to slow down too...a frantic pace seems unavoidable but I end up doing crazy stuff.

Annah said...

I've lost my debit card eight times this year, and it's only June! Don't fret.

Joanna Jenkins said...

OMG! You poor thing. I have done that before-- WIth my wedding rings! Six months-- SIX!!!! later I found them in the Q-Tip box. I know, WTH? I need a Xanax just thinking about it.

Glad it worked out. Hope hubby's trip is good.

jj