I tried to blame Mitchell
Monday was the last time I saw my debit card.
Poof. It was nowhere. Poof. It was gonzo.
I tried to blame Mitchell and say that it must have been HE who lost it because HE was in charge of my wallet during that sad four-hour Emergency Room visit.
Mitchell was having none of that though.
I tried to blame Oscar and say that it must have been him since he often likes to scatter the contents of my purse all around the house.
Oscar was having none of that either.
I said fine. But I doubted any of this was really my fault.
Days passed and still no card turned up. And so I went to the bank on Saturday to cancel my card and order a new one. I filled out the paperwork. I went to hand the teller my license….and.
Looky there at what was behind my license. The whole time. My debit card.
The teller was one keystroke away from ordering my next card. WHOA NICE TELLER WOMAN STOP.
She stopped. What’s that? Your card? YOUR CARD. We had a good little chuckle. Ah, silly me. And no, I won’t be needing your services after all.
With that I rounded up three suckers to take back to my children. I left that bank.
Before I was even back to the minivan the teller was behind me. Chasing me down. Wide-eyed and silent. She thrust my debit card into my hands.
It appeared I left it on the counter there by her.
I said THANK YOU. And then, I know you must think I’m crazy. She told me to have a good weekend, but her wide eyes gave her away.
Her eyes told me very matter-of-factly that I OH YES. I most definitely have some crazy in me.
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I am a freelance writer. Childbirth educator. Doula. Photographer. Mama of four. On most Sundays I head out early to take a leisurely drive alone. It's kinda my thing. Music up. Heart open. Soul alive. While I cruise I break my thoughts apart. I stack them back together. When I return home, my head feels much better. I spill all my goodies here. This life is such a trip, ya'll. So buckle up, Buttercups. And welcome.
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Haha! Oh dear. We do leave our minds all over the place often, don’t we?
Alison recently posted…10 Things I Will Never, Ever Do
No. Not crazy. Just a Mom. That tends to take up all of our brain power.
Hilarious!
Laura recently posted…Poop Happens
Oh Sarah, I have been there. I hate losing important things even for a moment. Retrace my steps and ransack everything and find it in the least likely places and I too am guilty of blaming someone else.
Crazy is the life we lead at times and when we misplace anything is when we fall in the rabbit hole ….inevitably.
Great storytelling as always
Alma recently posted…The Making of a King
Hilarious!
I admire that you went the whole week without a debit card – I would have been at the bank the minute I thought it was gone… that’s my kind of crazy
Kerstin recently posted…2013 Personal Revelation Revolution – February
Oh, I can see myself doing this. My trick is to put something somewhere “safe” so I will know where to find it – and then forgetting where it is when I need it. I mentally keep track of everyone else’s stuff, I just don’t do a great job with my own sometimes.
Kim recently posted…I’m Proud of…
My mother used to tell me I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached. And that was before children. I’m sure she just thinks I’m perpetually high now.
Arnebya recently posted…Guest posting at Mama’s Comfort Camp
I don’t know if it’s baby number 5, cold and flu season, or a toddler that can cover 73 surfaces with a single spill, it’s certainly not me! but by the time I find my phone I can’t remember who I was supposed to be calling, let alone why!
The Mean Mama recently posted…Cheaper by the Dozen aka I Heart Costco
That is soooo something I would do. Oh yes. I’ve gotten plenty of those wide eyed looks in my time (so far) as a mother. (you can totally blame motherhood)
greta recently posted…Project 365 (Week 9)
I lost my debit card a couple of months ago. I re-traced my steps, blamed the Tim Horton’s boy, yelled at the walmart girl, and still didn’t find the card.
I had to get a new one.
I was devistated because I had that card number memorizied!
I loved that card.
Now I’m upset again and I need a good cry.
Bwaaahaahaa!! We’re all a little bit crazy, right? Makes the world a little more interesting
xo
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