While he was deployed to Iraq, I bought this cell phone so I could listen to music during the countless hours of baseball, soccer and basketball practices. I even splurged for the 256mb memory card...then was disappointed to learn that the dinosaur of a computer we were using (think Windows 98, Internet) could not handle the software for the phone. So, I put the memory card and the software away knowing that when he came home we were going to buy a new computer.
A few weeks after The Man returned home from Iraq, the base moved us into a new house. I *knew that I had seen the phone stuff here, in the new house. I *knew I had put it in the computer desk for when we ordered the new computer. Well, said computer arrives...and I can't find the phone stuff *anywhere. I searched this house from top to bottom...and it was not here! Circumstantial as it is, I felt like The Man's past transgressions was plenty of evidence to convict him on this crime. He claimed innocence..but I. Knew. Better!
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago...it is time to break down and take Kennedy in for her shots (yes, Internet...I know that they were late) and I can't find the folder where I keep EVERYTHING. We are talking shot records, birth certificates, SOCIAL SECURITY CARDS...for *all of us. Again, I search the house top to bottom...and again, I can't find them. I start freaking out, thinking that somehow we threw them away. (Did you notice that I said WE...I knew even The Man would recognize this folder if he saw it...and would not knowingly throw it away.) I was convinced that we overlooked it in a box, and accidentally threw the box out for bulk pick up. I was sick, thinking that someone was out there right. this. second. stealing my wonderful children's identity...and that would be one more reason why my children will need therapy for "Mom Issues"...their own mother practically handed out their entire identities to every criminal on the street, for goodness sakes! ***
The Man assured me that no such thing had happened. We would never have been that careless...and that when we get an extra few mins on his days off, he would help me go through all the totes and boxes *again.
Yesterday, as we are running errands, I again tell him that we have to try to find that folder. Someone could be financing a trip to Barbados in Kennedy's name as we speak. It is then, that he reminds me of the last night of the move. We were delirious with exhaustion and just wanted to be *done. So, when we walked into our old master bedroom and saw all the garbage***I mean really important stuff*** from the computer desk, sitting on the floor, we crammed it all in his "A" bag (military term for really big, really ugly, green bag)...and it has been sitting in the closet of the girls dressing room (don't ask) ever since.
You see where this is going don't you Internet? Yes, not only (to my eternal relief) did I find the folder...and all its contents safe and sound...but also the phone stuff...
Boy, Oh BOY, did I have to eat some humble pie. Thankfully, I have a husband who can laugh about it with me...but I pray that I will not be so quick to jump to judgment in the future.
***Email If you would like to contribute to the Wagle Girls Therapy Fund...we have a jar marked for that purpose...and funds are added regularly. j/k...sort of
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