Thursday, June 9, 2016

I lost my wedding band

It hurts. It actually hurts to look at my hand and only see one ring instead of two.

I can't believe I lost it. That it's gone. It's so unreal.

How could I have lost something that is such a part of my finger? It's attached. It's a piece of me. It's gone. How could I have been so careless?

I took Cleary out for a walk on Tuesday and half way down the hill from our house realized I hadn't taken my rings off. I don't like wearing my rings when I'm out running or walking in the heat. My fingers swell and it's uncomfortable. I usually leave them in a box in my kitchen. Tuesday I forgot to take them off before leaving the house and with Cleary there's no turning around. Not an option, he'd put the brakes on and it would be a fight all the way back up to the house.

So, I took off my rings and stuck them in my arm band that holds my phone, just tucked them in behind my phone and off we went.

We got down to the lake, went only part way around and then started heading back when my phone rang.

I pulled it out of the arm band and answered it.

Not even given half a thought to what was in with my phone.

I got back to the house and only had my engagement band.

Of course I immediately ran back down there (without the dog) and checked everywhere I had walked, but didn't find it.

I then had to pick up the girls and after I had stuffed dinner in them, rather literally, I dragged them back down to the lake and the three of us walked the path again and still didn't find anything.

I called my husband and he stopped at the lake on the way home and he checked too.

No ring.

We've put up flyers, posted the loss on the neighborhood facebook page, emailed the community director in case someone contacted her about finding a ring.

No ring.

I don't know what to do. I don't know that I want a new band. I want my old band.

The one I got married in. That my husband put on my finger.

The one I took off my finger and lost.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Hello Summer - Good bye Preschool

I definitely fell off the blog bandwagon for a while. The month of May seems to have disappeared. Memorial Day has come and gone and summer is definitely here, officially or not, 92 degree days and afternoon thunderstorms says summer to me.

I haven't been writing because I haven't had much to say I guess.

Things are good. Normal. Quiet.

I hit my weight goals and have comfortably maintained them.

The girls are good. Lizzy is still two, so there's that level of challenge but on most days she's still a pretty reasonable little girl.

Ali 'graduated' from preschool and will be heading to kindergarten in August.


That wierds me out in such a major way. She'll be riding the bus. To school. With kids. Big kids. Mean kids. Nice kids. All kids. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. I'm not sure she's ready for this. She can't tie her shoes. Shouldn't a kindergartner know how to do that? Am I failing as a parent because she doesn't?

I've been teaching her to open her own applesauce without making a mess, so I can send applesauce to school with her. How to open granola bar wrappers, because I've always done it. I worry she won't be able to open a Tupperware container with her lunch in it.

Am I completely ridiculous to be stressing about this.



Will I stop.


Probably not.

I'm having actual nightmares about putting her on the bus and having her sob so hard the other kids make fun of her.

In short. I think I have officially turned into my mother. And my grandfather. Expert worriers about absolutely everything they have no control over.

Excuse me, I need to go have a panic attack.