All Is Right With The Universe Once Again
I've been in a funk lately. Snapping at the kids. Snapping at Scott. Just plain old snapping. And, it has been over something so incredibly small, so trivial, so UNIMPORTANT.
See, I misplaced my two-year pocket calendar. You know the kind - the ones you can get at the dollar store. They are about the size of a checkbook and have that cheesy plastic cover on it (and thank goodness they do or mine would have bitten the dust long before now). Yeah, THAT calendar.
It only has every little thing we have going on in our lives in it. So does the wall calendar (and in greater detail), but I can't haul that sucker in my purse every day.
When I went to retrieve it out of my bag Monday night at a meeting, it wasn't there. No big deal - I probably left it in my school bag. Unfortunately, though, it wasn't in my school bag as I discovered when I got home at 10 that night.
Panic set in...that dull, throbbing, niggling feeling that something just ain't right. Ain't right at all.
Maybe I left it at church.
Maybe I recycled it (GOD FORBID!).
Maybe the kids hid it (or Scott - he probably hates that thing).
.
So, I tried to remember the last time I had it. Was it when I worked the church nursery? Maybe. But gosh, that was a week ago. Surely I've used it since then. What about at the ball game Friday night? It could be up in the booth where I was doing the scorebook.
Last night was the killer. I didn't go to sleep until after one because I TORE MY CAR APART looking for it. I emptied drawers, baskets, cushions, toy bins, garbage cans...no calendar. I went to bed with a headache and woke up with one. See? Bad stuff, man.
And then? And then I had a thought this morning. I remember sitting at a table at our fundraiser golf tournament (yeah, THAT golf tournament) and writing down ideas in my pocket calendar for a name for a teacher team of golfers next year (we always threaten to play and lower the standard). That was the last time I can remember having my calendar.
After school today, Tyler and I drove over to the club house to ask if maybe, possibly, someone had found a pocket calendar, about the size of a checkbook, with absolutely nothing of importance in it other than my LIFE and a plastic cover?
Why, yes they had.
Labels: blonding myself, sleeplessness, stress
posted by Judy @ 1:52 PM
5 comments
5 Comments:
I knew it had to be the golf tournament's fault.
You found it!
I totally understand the calendar thing.
It's a security blanket for me.
I have mine on my phone and I back up my calendar every day.
I'm a bit obsessive about it. I even have my calendar color coded. Blue for my husband's schedule, Goldenrod for my work schedule, Purple for family stuff, etc...
My husband can't stand my calendar but with the baby coming, he's slowly realizing we need to know where we all are to ensure coverage.
Anyway, I'm really glad you found it. :-)
Whew- crisis averted!
I keep all my appointments in my cell phone's calendar, I'd be so up a creek if I lost that!
I had a "can't go to sleep until I find it" moment the other day, only the item I was looking for was my glasses - and I'd already taken out my contacts! Yes, I had to search the house, blind, for my glasses! I eventually found them in the trashcan in the bathroom. Apparently my cat had knocked them off the counter and into the trash that morning while I showered. That would've been an expensive bag of trash.
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