Monday was one of those days.
Jack was up for the day at 3:30 (teething is not for the weak!) and it was one small thing after another. Like, at the same moment I started changing a dirty diaper, Penny started throwing up on the carpet in the living room. Or Jack spilled an entire cup of milk on himself minutes after I had gotten him dressed. Or as soon as I had time to make my own lunch, I realized we were out of literally any kind of lunch food. You know, just little things that grind on your patience
and drive you to drink.
I was strongly considering an adult beverage by 2pm when I was standing in line at the grocery store and realized my debit card was missing.
After doing a quick scan and dig through my wallet and coming up empty handed, I assumed it had been swallowed in the black vortex that is my diaper bag, and I used my credit card without a second thought. It wasn’t until Cory got home that evening that I actually had time to empty my diaper bag and wallet and search my car.
Then, of course, I did the whole retrace-your-steps gig, and realized the last time I’d used my card was when I got gas that morning. I remembered Jack was screaming in car and I kept thinking could this gas come out any slower?! and I remember that I had to change a dirty diaper and feed Jack a bottle in the parking lot because it was still 30 minutes before we got to where we were going. I remember that it cost me $17.00 to fill up my car, and I remember parking next to a female truck driver.
But I could not remember putting my debit card back into my wallet.
I immediately logged on to check my bank account, positive that I had dropped my card and some jerk picked it up and went on an online shopping spree (‘spree’ is a strong word – let’s remember this is a debit card of a stay-at-home-mom.)
But when all my money was there, I assumed the card had just been lost.
Before calling the bank to report my card missing, I called the gas station on a whim just to see if someone had turned in my card. When the phone rang more than twice, I almost hung up because I assumed it was a lost cause.
When a man answered the phone and I asked if someone had turned in a debit card, he asked me my name. I told him, and he said, yes, ma’am, I have it right here.
So just in case you’re an asshole like me who lets the news and media sink in and cloud your judgement more often than you’d like to admit, I wanted to remind you that the world is good. People are good, and we shouldn’t be so quick to rule out the benefit of the doubt.
Tell me something good that’s happened to you lately!