Not to take away anything from my Weekend Top Five, but a quick little moment of truth is required before I start my day.
I have mentioned on this blog before my unique talent to lose things. It actually isn't a unique talent, but rather a family trait that my siblings and I share with our father.
The most common items of misplacement are debit cards, car keys, and cell phones.
Which is why I didn't panic yesterday when I couldn't find my phone.
We don't have a land line anymore and my cell phone is my connection to the outside world.
I have tried everything to help myself keep track of it. But alas, when I was out running some errands yesterday, I could not find it.
When I mentioned to Steve last night that I didn't know where it was, he broke into his usual frenzy of trying to find it. He does this same dance when I lose anything. He starts frantically trying to find whatever I lost while I sit by watching and after about a half hour or so, I say "Oh yeah, I remember, it is ..." and proceed to tell him where I left it, walk directly there, and find it.
It is a dance that we've been playing for 12 years now. And one that will continue for decades to come.
So last night when I told Steve I couldn't find my phone, he started in on me to look for it. After a short time, I remembered...
I put it in my jeans Saturday night and I just threw the jeans in the wash about an hour before.
So Steve, in usual fashion, went to the basement to retrieve the VERY wet phone, took out the battery, and set out on the counter to dry out and pray that it could be salvaged.
This morning I was awakened to "Kristi, your phone is dead!"
Yup, the consequences for my absentmindedness has now cost us yet another chunk of our refund to go purchase a new phone.
Do you think I will learn a lesson from this and keep better track of of my phone?
One would only hope.
Here's the funny part of the story. About a week ago, Noah begged me for his own lip balm. I have purchased endless number of them for him but they always seem to get lost (sound like anyone you know?) or go through the wash. So I told him that I would hold onto his lip balm so no more would go through the wash.
So this morning when I told Noah that after we go to the museum, we have to go get Mommy a new phone because it went to the wash, my bright little boy zeroed right in on it and said,"So I guess we BOTH have that washer problem, huh Mommy?"