Yesterday was a roller coaster day for us.
It started well. Goose had a doctor’s appointment to check on his asthma. He’s doing so well that we no longer need to use the nebulizer! Woo-hoo! That means a whole lot fewer fights in our household. The Fla-Vor-Ice company might be upset by this news, though, since we’ve consumed way too many of their popsicles over the past months. Goose was bribed with them. I–and so many of our guests!–just like ’em.
From the doctor’s, we went to a friend’s house to play. That’s where the day took a turn. Goose was OK for a while. Then he spotted his friends’ paints. Since the other kids were occupied with other things, and I really didn’t want to deal with the mess he would make, I firmly (and repeatedly) told him that he couldn’t paint. That led to a major tantrum–several, actually. He’d calm down, then go through the whole process again. And again. And again. Finally, in the middle of eating a yummy lunch, Mommy Goose had had enough, and we left.
Back home, the histrionics continued. Every attempt to calm or console him failed. Clearly, my Goose needed a nap. I knew he wouldn’t sleep willingly, so we hopped in the car for a ride. That always works. And it did. But there was a problem… In my haste, I had left my wallet on the car’s roof. How? Why? Well, that’s the best place to put stuff when you’re fastening your kid into his car seat. Admit it: You do it, too!
I drove home the same way I came, searching the road frantically. The wallet contained my driver’s license (which I had JUST RENEWED LAST WEEK!), three credit cards, my debit card, and more cash than I ever usually carry. Ugh! To make matters worse, I’m going to England next Friday and desperately need all this stuff to take with me. Ugh x 25,000,000!
Well, I didn’t find it. I returned home, put my sleeping Goose into his bed, and then proceeded to have a tantrum of my own, not unlike the ones Goose displayed today. In the midst of it, the Geek conducted his own search for the wallet, but didn’t find it. Amid tears, I called my bank and cancelled my debit card. It SHOULD be here in 5-7 business days… about the time we plan to visit London. Great!
I was on hold to one of the credit card companies when there was a knock at the door… [dramatic pause] It was a guy with [wait for it!] MY WALLET! [applause] My knight in shining denim! [cue the “Hallelujah Chorus”]
Yahoo! He’d found it two blocks away. I wanted to give him a reward, but he wouldn’t take it. “I lose my wallet all the time,” he said. I wanted to give him a kiss… but the Geek was right there. So, instead, I gave him my heartfelt thanks–and cried some tears of joy. 🙂
Oh, and it turns out I made one more mistake: Never use your wallet to store lip balm. If several cars drive over it, you’ve got a horribly sticky mess!