I appear to have a bit of a penchant for losing things. Generally, I find them again, but the time when they are … misplaced is a challenge for me. I don’t lose thing (all evidence to the contrary). I like being organized and knowing where things are.
Almost a month ago, I misplaced a book. I love to read, but I don’t always have a ton of time to do so. My solution is to check out a book from the library and bring it with me everywhere. When I have a free moment waiting somewhere, I’ll crack open the book.
That’s what I did that Wednesday. That night when I went to look for the book to read before falling asleep, I couldn’t find it. It wasn’t in my car anywhere, and I do mean anywhere. I even checked under the car seats and booster seats.
Where had I been that day? 1) Little Miss’s school to volunteer at the book fair. 2) Mister Man’s school to pick him up for speech. 3) Speech therapy. 4) Mister Man’s school to drop him off again. 5) Grocery stores. 6) Home. 7) Mister Man’s school to pick him up. 8) Another grocery store. 9) Restaurant to pick up meals for teacher conferences. 10) Little Miss’s school to drop off the meals for conferences. 11) Chiropractor. 12) Library. 13) Home again.
Good thing I didn’t have too many places to look.
Since it was a library book, I figured I had a good chance of someone finding it and returning it, but that was not to happen – no matter how many times I checked my online account. I checked lost and founds at every location I could. I looked on the ground near where I’d parked everywhere. The book was just flat out gone.
It was due a week and a half ago, but I renewed it in the hopes that somehow some way I would still find the book. I’m an eternal optimist like that.
This past Friday, I hosted bunco at my house. Rather than the usual cleaning where things are organized but in piles and clean, I actually removed several of the piles. My house looked great. Ok, except for the basement stairs where I ran out of time and had to kind of pile a few things there. Shhhhh, no one needs to know about that though.
As I was trying to consolidate books I had bought the wee ones into a single bag (from Little Miss’s book fair and other places), I noticed that there was a book in the Scholastic bag that didn’t belong there. Any guesses what that book was?
On the plus side, I have since finished the book and returned it to the library.
PS The gift cards that a friend of mine bought almost a year ago from Mister Man’s fundraiser that she kept forgetting to pay me for and I kept forgetting to bring to her? Well, she paid me, and I forgot to bring them to her again. Twice. Yesterday, I couldn’t find them where I swore they were. Today? I’m finally tackling the organizing of the office, and phew I found them. They are now in my purse, so I can’t forget them again, right?