Friday, March 30, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
It was where?
It was a bad morning.
Baby was good. Dog was good. The weather was great, mild, springlike. The coffee was made before I got up. It was still a bad morning. I spent four and a half hours looking for my engagement ring.
I take it off sometimes because P2 likes to kick me when I am changing her and it can jab her and cut up her legs. I remembered taking it off yesterday during a emergency changing session and setting it on the file cabinet. I also remember thinking "that is NOT a good place for it." I usually put the ring on my little crystal ring stand.
Anyway - P2 is teething and was having a very diapery day so there were lots of things going on. I lost track of the ring, I lost track that I had even lost track until this morning...
I was dressing P2 for the day when I noticed a little cut on her ankle - probably made by my ring...which was NOT on my hand. I finished dressing her, then walked to the shelf with the ring stand...where the ring was NOT!!!!!! Then I began to vaguely remember the file cabinet scenario but not what came after it.
I IMed all my friends (for moral support) and posted to my Mommy message board. I turned the room upside down...at one point literally - removing the mattresses from the bed. I ultimately dusted every surface, vacuumed every nook and cranny, went through the garbage, the diaper pail, the laundry (where I found the spider from the Spa Night Incident), the bedding, the bathroom cabinets, sink, under the toilet. My lovely MIL even took the pooper scooper and a hoe and checked through the Moo doo and that of The Terrorists (her Pom-Mix mutts) to no avail.
I ate a whole package of double stuff oreos and I cried. It was awful. It wouldn't have been so bad except that the ring is made of one of Our Hero's Grandmother's diamonds, we haven't gotten it insured yet and I kept thinking how my own mother had waited until this very year to give me My Grandmother's diamond ring because my mother wasn't sure I was responsible enough - even at this advanced maternal age - to keep track of it.
It was a horrible morning. I didn't really eat breakfast - Oreos do not count - my coffee was cold because I spent all my time hunting. My baby was wonderful and took a three hour nap during which time I did not get research, paperwork or client work done because I was looking for my ring.
The whole thing gave me a headache...I went to get some Advil from the medicine cabinet and look what I found!....
Baby was good. Dog was good. The weather was great, mild, springlike. The coffee was made before I got up. It was still a bad morning. I spent four and a half hours looking for my engagement ring.
I take it off sometimes because P2 likes to kick me when I am changing her and it can jab her and cut up her legs. I remembered taking it off yesterday during a emergency changing session and setting it on the file cabinet. I also remember thinking "that is NOT a good place for it." I usually put the ring on my little crystal ring stand.
Anyway - P2 is teething and was having a very diapery day so there were lots of things going on. I lost track of the ring, I lost track that I had even lost track until this morning...
I was dressing P2 for the day when I noticed a little cut on her ankle - probably made by my ring...which was NOT on my hand. I finished dressing her, then walked to the shelf with the ring stand...where the ring was NOT!!!!!! Then I began to vaguely remember the file cabinet scenario but not what came after it.
I IMed all my friends (for moral support) and posted to my Mommy message board. I turned the room upside down...at one point literally - removing the mattresses from the bed. I ultimately dusted every surface, vacuumed every nook and cranny, went through the garbage, the diaper pail, the laundry (where I found the spider from the Spa Night Incident), the bedding, the bathroom cabinets, sink, under the toilet. My lovely MIL even took the pooper scooper and a hoe and checked through the Moo doo and that of The Terrorists (her Pom-Mix mutts) to no avail.
I ate a whole package of double stuff oreos and I cried. It was awful. It wouldn't have been so bad except that the ring is made of one of Our Hero's Grandmother's diamonds, we haven't gotten it insured yet and I kept thinking how my own mother had waited until this very year to give me My Grandmother's diamond ring because my mother wasn't sure I was responsible enough - even at this advanced maternal age - to keep track of it.
It was a horrible morning. I didn't really eat breakfast - Oreos do not count - my coffee was cold because I spent all my time hunting. My baby was wonderful and took a three hour nap during which time I did not get research, paperwork or client work done because I was looking for my ring.
The whole thing gave me a headache...I went to get some Advil from the medicine cabinet and look what I found!....
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
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