So, why would anyone steal my newspaper? Seriously. I've developed this bad habit of bringing it in late, I watched it many times today...and then it was gone. I can pinpoint the crime between 6pm-7:30 this evening. I live in a frigging suburban neighborhood in Waukee, for crying out loud. Oh well, honestly, I haven't been reading much lately.
Today I had a lofty goal. Ben has a back bedroom, which could have been a huge walk-in closet. Jack and I opted to not have the builders make it into a closet. We thought it would be a perfect toy/play room. It served it's purpose until it became a dumping ground. The door could be shut. Recently, I had an idea of turning that room into Ben's man cave. Not a simple task. It took awhile, but with Ben's help, we cleared out the room. I also went back to Target.(yikes)
Okay, I went back to the scene of my misdoing. I had to pick up a few more things for the man cave. As I was checking out, I had words with the cashier, not bad words, I was trying to help her do her job. She was scanning the item and I said it didn't take. That happened twice. The third time, I said it still didn't take and she said her register said it did. I paid, went to the car, checked my receipt, and it didn't go through. I drove away and since then my moral compass has been challenged. Then it occured to me, my item was meant to go out the backdoor by some employee. The clerk helping me said they had a few. Backroom guy, said there were none. Clerk went back to check for himself. He came out with the item, saying he found it, not in inventory, but behind some other things. He even told me it was odd. I should return it. What would Jack do? He would laugh and keep it.
The weird part of today occured when I laid down for a rest. I fell asleep hard. When I woke up, I freaked. I looked at my watch and it was 3:15, I thought in the morning, but why was it light out. I checked kitchen clock, same time. I panicked, ran through the house looking for Ben. I thought I hadn't taken him to school.
I was so jumbled. I felt helpless and scared. No more naps for me.
That is why I don't take naps in the afternoon. I wake up in a panic too! Love your insights. You are such a strong woman Barb. We do keep you in our prayers. It is the little successes in life that make us strong, one day at a time. And if you made it out of Target without knocking over a row of items, that, my friend, is success.
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