Whew, Annabelle is down for a nap. I almost gave up trying after 30 minutes and was just about to set her back down in the middle of her toys when her tired baby eyes finally gave in to this thing we call *sleep*. A thing this little girl has grown anything BUT fond of. Hopefully the nap lasts long enough to say: Thank you for not forgetting about us, for checking in on us. You are dear, sweet friends and it has warmed my heart to find your little "notes" being added to a post that was written (gulp) twenty-some days ago.
As I mentioned the sleep has not come easily around here lately. Which, all things considered, wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t losing my mind on top of it. I even have three stories to prove it.
The week before last I managed to get Annabelle and I stranded for an entire day, after very much leaving my lights on in the car, which very naturally led to the death of the battery. Thankfully, the nice, warm, city library complete with pay phone (since I think I can get a long in life just fine without a cell phone) , a nice changing station, a water fountain, several wide, empty aisles for Annabelle to crawl up and down and a stack of Scrapbooking magazines to glance at every now and then, was within walking distance of our very much stuck car. It made for a long but interesting day. Annabelle was such a good girl…she didn’t cry at all, she took two cat-naps in my arms, nursed quietly in the darkest corner of the libary, underneath my coat…snacked on cheerios…and spent hours pulling herself up and then getting herself back down the leg of a chair. Eventually we got a hold of David, who called a friend, and he came and rescued us right away. I promised that guy a pie. 🙂
Later on that evening I made myself a great big note, to stick on the dash that said: " HELLO, Your LIGHTS?!, " while David called to sign us up with Triple A.
So then the other day I was at the store, on my way through the line with my cart full of groceries. A panic ceased me as I zipped my debit card through the machine…I could not remember my pin number. The very same 4 digit pin I have used for over a year. Nothing. Erased. Totally gone. Embarassed doesn’t do my feeling at that moment justice. The lady checking me out was so understanding and showed me how to run it as credit. David says it will come back to me. It’s been four days now. I doubt it’s coming back.
Believe it or not, I can top both of these.
Yesterday we got a bill from our phone company in the mail…David says to me. " I don’t get this, it says we don’t owe them anything this month." Taking a closer look he says " huh?" Then "what?" followed by a chuckle and " no way." It looks like we have $ 847.47" credit with the phone company. " That should last a couple years."
Yes, it seems his wife had in fact written a check to the phone company for not $87.47 but $847.47…He thought it was funny…he called the phone company. He said he could hear the guy scratching his head as he looked at our balance.
So poor David spent the rest of the night trying to convince me that I am not a idiot.
With my track record of the last few weeks I deserve be the butt of every blonde joke. And I am not even blonde.