I spent much of Monday running around like a crazy person. I had an errand to run for my husband and while on this errand I needed to pick up some stuff from the store.
All of this needed to be accomplished after drop off of my son around 8a.m. and my daughter's 9a.m. Speech appointment. The wild card of the morning was my daughter wearing big girl panties. I drove carefully and swiftly to the store, part one of the errand was knocked out rapidly after my daughter successfully used the restroom. Step two was also quickly accomplished, it was only a hold up at the register that nearly set the panic upon me. We got out of there at 8:42 and thankfully there is a back way to go, so it wouldn't take as long. We hit the parking lot a mere ten minutes later.
After Speech Therapy we came home to relax and unwind even though I had an idea of other things I wanted to accomplish. Finally leaving the house earlier than normal, we embarked on our next journey. The stores I wanted to look at were closed on Mondays. It is a small town that I live in, so no real surprise there.
Instead my daughter and I headed off to the new shopping center to slowly browse and see if we could come up with a birthday present for hubby. The shoe store was nice, but we had to move along as my daughter has a shoe fetish. Next store had a decent sale, but nothing I truly needed or wanted. I did find a light weight jacket for me and a gift for the hubby. So we make our way to the register pay and I begin the process of trying to get her out of the tiny buggy. During this process I leave my wallet behind, but I don't know this yet. Next two stores went pretty uneventful. My daughter had pulled a hank of hair off of her head and was devastated when she lost it somewhere. She began throwing a huge fit in the buggy. She also knocked over my bag. This will be the place I think I lost my wallet.
After finally getting her calm and ready to walk back to the van and head to my son's school. By the time we arrived there she was sleeping in the back and I am looking forward to a quiet drive and a quiet hour to sit in the van. This does not go exactly as planned. When we reach Speech my son somehow wakes up my daughter and she works through her unhappiness. I was extremely proud of her while there. She was wearing a pull-up and still asked to do #2 in the big potty.
My goal for the day was to make the RIPPED class. I was determined that we would leave Speech at 4 grab a burger for the kids and hit the road to arrive at the gym a mere forty minutes or so.
At the burger place I began to realize my goal may not become a reality. I was digging frantically digging in my bag for my wallet, I turned it upside down and it still would not appear. I just needed $2.15, and wouldn't you know, I didn't even have that amount in the change holder in the van. I tell the cashier that I am going to pull over to find my wallet. I did pull over and after digging through my gym bag, diaper bag, trash bag and every other thing possible in the front of the van I did not produce my wallet or the correct amount of change. I went inside to let the cashier know that I was unable to purchase my order and as I am explaining that I don't have my wallet, nor the funds he throws his hands up into the air and loudly and rudely exclaims "I'm sorry" I interpreted this to mean he was implying that I just wanted a free handout and snapped back that I wasn't expecting anything for free and was on my way.
I sped back to my little town as fast as I can. I am doing this in light rain. I am doing this will mentally trying to retrace my tracks. I am listening to my son cry because we can't go to the gym and no amount of explaining that this was an emergency was getting through to him. Finally he fell asleep. I then began calling the stores I was in beginning with the last one where my daughter knocked over my bag. A very nice manager came on the phone full of concern when he heard my story. He asked me where I had been and my name and number. I felt much better and feeling like it was going to end badly.
I began to think of all the items in my wallet. My husband being on another continent. I am thinking of the two bank cards, my two ID's the tiny amount of cash and my rewards cards. I am thinking of how hard all of this will be to replace and it nearly makes me want to scream and cry. But I am to blame for this crisis and I must drive and focus.
I call another store that I was in and the voice on the line is that of an uninterested employee. I begin with "I am calling to see if a wallet was turned in at your store today" he responds with "Uh um no" Me: "Are you sure? You don't sound sure?" Again "Umm no" I am getting frustrated and I push some of that through the line "I don't think you know because you answered with Uh, and that makes me think you don't know or you don't want to look or ask" He comes back with "Well, I couldn't really hear you" So this sets me off "Why didn't you just say that at the beginning instead of just saying whatever?" I hang up. I decide to go to the stores kids in tow and see if my wallet is there.
After what seems like forever I arrive and I find a good parking place. I run up onto a curb which startles me and makes me hit the horn making the couple across from me look up at me like I am crazy. They don't know the half of it. I have to fuss at my son again that the gym is very low priority right now. My daughter starts screaming that it is an emergency. I get everyone out and we head into the store where I bought my husbands gift. I was relieved to see the same sales associate and I could tell that she recognized me. More likely she recognized my daughter. Earlier she had been gushing over how cute and pretty she was. So I ask her about the wallet and she says what color is it I gush out it is pink on the inside black on the outside and it has a Military ID.
MY WALLETT WAS FOUND!!! Everything was intact! A lady had turned it in shortly after I left the store. That is God watching over me yet again, even when I am least deserving.
And wouldn't you know that I have fifteen minutes to cut across town and hit the gym. My son was elated still unsure of why we had to go through all the other stuff. My daughter high fived me that the emergency was over. By the time I got the kids inside and my clothes changed I had seconds to spare.
The workout was especially good. And like a good mommy I took the kids to Taco Bell and of course I had forgotten to unblock my debit card, but luckily still had the cash in my now found wallet.
It ended well. Of course the hubby said that I loose everything and he wasn't surprised I had lost my wallet and I should be ashamed of myself for saying it was lost while dealing with three year old dramatics. But all ended well and I felt much better by the end of the day.
GOD IS GREAT!!!
February 23, 2016
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