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Wednesday, September 30. 2009
One thing that I haven't quite fit into my schedule in an effective manner yet is a time to run errands and get groceries......well also to clean the house but that is an entirely other issue. The focus the past few weeks has been to establish a working school schedule and get the kids into a routine with their studies. We take most of our mornings to do that and then the rest of the day seems to slip by. Errands remain undone and things stack up or run out as is the case of food/groceries. The past couple of days have been time crunch days. Paperwork needs to be filed with the district by 10/1 so I have been pulling things together and getting it ready. One of the papers needed to be signed by a notary so I had intended to go Monday and the day slipped away. Tuesday was more of the same. Today, it had to be done. I was up late last night working on some things and had needed my wallet for an online interaction. I had left my purse on the table and didn't really think anything of it.
This morning as I tried to get out the door to run three errands, I felt like I was herding cats and getting nowhere. Finally we were out the door. After an hour of running the first errand, I was standing in line at the bank waiting to get my letter notarized. Kids were nearby, not too much of a wait and all seemed to be good. Then the teller asked me "May I please see you ID?" I opened my purse and in sheer disbelief, I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. When I grabbed my bag in the rush to exit the house, I noticed it was partially open but didn't really think anything of it as I thought in my half asleep state last evening, I hadn't closed it. When I peered into my bag, there sitting where my small wallet should have been (the one that contains my credit card, driver's license and all other ID) is a stapler and my wallet is nowhere. I had used the stapler yesterday to put together L's history test and also to get the paperwork ready to be send today. I guess my dear toddler who is loving known as the "toilet training, two year old tornado" by his siblings much have thought I would need that today and made space for it by removing my wallet.
I had this odd look on my face....one that is a cross between completely loosing it in hysterics and pure astonishment so the teller inquired if all was OK. I pulled out the stapler and showed her my new wallet and ID and I have this feeling it was all she could do to not burst into roll on the ground fits of laughter. Don't get me wrong, it is a beautiful new stapler that I bought for $3 yet, it doesn't serve the purpose of a picture ID!
The teller recognized me (benefits of a small credit union) but still needed some form of photo ID. The search of every pocket, corner and fold of the bag. I did find an expired membership card with a very poor quality photo but the teller humored me, signed my paper and we were on our way to the post office.....with one quick stop at home to exchange the stapler for my wallet!
You'd think that was enough excitement for the day, however AJ wanted to ensure that I had enough gray hair producing moments for the day so he decided to pull up the board in his closet that covers the "never used in many many years" laundry chute and send himself through the small opening to the freezer lid below. What possessed him to do that when I specifically told him to not play in the closet and to stop putting anything, especially K'nex and other small toys down the chute because they were ending up in the detergent dispenser for the washing machine, I doubt I will ever know. In talking with him following his journey through the laundry chute, slip from the freezer lid and land on the concrete floor below scraping your back all the way down in the process, he still doesn't understand what the issue is because I didn't specifically tell him not to personally go down the laundry chute!
Just another day in the life of this crazy home schooling mama of 4 wild ones!