Lost Monday

Yesterday, if it wasn't attached to me or screwed down, I lost it.

First, I opened a notice from the bank that said I'd made a deposit that was missing one of the checks listed. (I'd love to say I know without a doubt this was bank error, but I remember seeing Rose pull that deposit out of my purse and grabbing it back from her.)

Then I was preparing to go to the grocery store, had just had the list in my hand, but as I headed for the door discovered it was gone. A quick scouring of the house did successfully find it, but the coupons for Kroger did not turn up until dinner time last night.

When I got to the store, lugged the baby, the 4-year-old, and the re-usable grocery bags in, the list was no where to be found. It never did resurface that time.

Ruth 4.6 had worn in her coat and new pink gloves because it was freezing and snowing outside. Just inside the door, she stripped them off again. I told her to put the gloves into her pockets, but she shivered and decided to wear them. Five minutes later, she pulled them off and tossed them into the bottom of the cart. I moved them and tucked them into her coat as I filled the cart with food. We were almost through the store, just had produce left to go, when I realized that she was entertaining her baby sister (who was laughing uproariously!) by smacking herself in the face with her coat. It was so cute that I had not immediately realized that she'd dumped off the gloves by picking up the coat. One glove was danging just barely on the edge of the cart below Ruth's seat. The other was.... LOST. We walked all through that store searching for that glove. It's a bright pink glove; it should have been easy to spot, but we never did. I finally gave up because I was running short on time to pick May up from school.

As we went through the checkout line, I heard someone say, "I found it!" I looked around fully expecting to see the store employee approaching us with a bright pink glove (not a rational expectation as we hadn't told anyone we were looking for it *shrug*). But no, he was approaching me with a little white baby sock in his hand. He'd been walking around the store looking at baby feet. Rose had lost a sock, and I'd never even noticed it.