I can SEEE!!!

So I have this penchant for losing and misplacing things. While I have gotten better about it, consider it a microscopic improvement over my childhood ok? Apparently when I lose things, It means I have to clean the mom-bus. Today, I went to work, and I turned around in my seat, while I still can do that, to stack the stuff I needed for work on the back floorboard so I can grab it, my workbag and go. Apparently my glasses fell out of my purse the other day and slid under a seat. So here I sit, eyeball-pain free. I so need to just go get a 2nd pair of glasses for the house and keep these scratched up buggers in the van. My luck, I'll misplace those too - in a pile of laundry in my room or papers next to the desk. Apparently I also have issues with putting away things where they belong. It's genetic, I assure you.

I hate losing stuff

Last week I misplaced my sunglasses again. Come to find out my Clone took them to use outside and left them on the side shelf of the grill for several days while I was tortured by used the old metal rimmed ones again. I can't find my eyeglasses now. I had them last night. I took them off my face, put them in the case where they belong, and now....I have no clue. Unless they're hiding under something I've already searched, like in my workbag (that thing's a vortex like my purse), I may have lost the buggers. I was needing them earlier in the day but didn't want to spend the time to go outside and get them out of the van (logic at work today). They're reading glasses, but sometimes they help the fine tuning for my eyeballs and I don't feel like I have to work so hard to see. It's bad enough I'm over 30. It's bad enough my eyeballs are aging. It's challenging enough being pregnant. It's annoying enough to be hungry all the time, more so than I normally am, and right now I'm really wanting food, but want nothing we have in the house. It's bad enough that I already have a penchant for misplacing things. If it weren't for babies making noise, I might have misplaced them a time or two as well. But good grief, all these things combined are just really enough to push me towards cranky. And we all know a cranky pregnant woman is not what anyone wants. A cranky pregnant woman whose eyeballs are straining just to see her world, much less her computer screen...well it's enough to drive me over the edge. But that side of the edge probably doesn't have food - OR my glasses.

Amazing what you can find

When you CLEAN stuff, you often find things. Today, I found something I've been missing terribly for over a month. The friend that borrowed our wet/dry vacuum returned it to us finally, now that the work is almost done on the rental he's fixing so it can be sold. Since he put it in the back of my van, I figured, I should vacuum my van out before taking the wet/dry vacuum back into the house. So, late this morning I went outside in this unseasonably warm weather we have till the last cold snap in March arrives, and cleaned out my van. In the process of getting all the junk out of my van that has accumulated in there since before becoming impregnated, I found my long lost item that has been driving me batty to drive without them.

Behold, the sunglasses that I grew to love for so many reasons. It took me a week or so to get used to driving with them because they're polarized versus the tinted lenses in the other pair I have. I had to use my old ones that are part metal, part plastic, and get tangled in my hair when I put them on my head. I was ripping hairs out of my head for no good reason! I seriously dislike my hair being pulled for any reason. Single hairs being plucked with force are incredibly painful. So, that problem now solved, I need something else found.

I track my mileage for my taxes, and I spaced out last year and never tracked any of it in a spreadsheet. It's all in my datebook. Yep, you guessed it. I can't find it. I apparently filed it or stashed it someplace "safe" or something. It's so safe, I can't remember where it was put. Nor can I find any logical or illogical place that it can be found. Plus the Oldest moved some stuff off the scanner to scan a picture he drew, and now some additional tax information can't be located. I've pestered St. Anthony numerous times already.

I guess I need to just keep cleaning. You know, because gestating just isn't enough for me to do these days.

Lost and Found

I have lost the use of my computer much of the day when I'm home because my oldest is doing virtual school and has to be online to do his assignments. In the meantime, I've found that I am having computer withdrawals. I have found that I'm forced to face that I've been sorely ignoring my home care tasks. I have lost my mind a few times. There's no hope for finding that, so please save your search party for something worthwhile. Like my sunglasses. The plastic tortoise frames with dark amber/brown polarized lenses. THOSE sunglasses.
Not their predecessors that are kept in the van for such emergencies as losing the more current model, or leaving them at home. I have this habit of wearing them into the house and setting them down somewhere. The last time I recall even having them, was the day I took the old stove to its new owner's home. I had lunch with a friend, and later that day after servicing one of my stores, I came home feeling terribly billious. It's what my dad called the feeling he got after consuming some canned soup in the aftermath of a gangrenous gall bladder removal. I felt like I was going to lose my lunch in a bad way. I'd much rather contend with PMS instead of that. So I was just a blur of "pleasedontpuke, pleasedontpuke, pleasedontpuke", and I have absolutely no freaking clue where I put my sunglasses. It's been a week already and those buggers are still MIA. And before anyone comments about me needing sunglasses in the middle of wintery weather, remember I live in the SUNSHINE state. Snowbirds won't ever believe we get cold weather here. However, we do. So, even when it's 20 degress outside, the sun still flashes in my eyeballs. It's akin to a cop's mag-lite being pointed full force at the pupils. I don't know this sensation personally, except that Devildog is a big kid, and seems to think it's dandy fun to play with the flashlights and aim the beam at someone's eyes. And since the sun is exponentially brighter than a cop's flashlight, I need my sunglasses. I've tried those prayers for lost items. I think the answer came back "Reply Hazy, Try Again". I think I'm being given that non-commital answer, so that I'll clean things back up around here, and then I'll find the buggers. I just hope I find them before my birthday next week. I have plans for that sunny day, and will definitely need my sunglasses. It's not so cool to be all squinty on one's birthday. One will get up the next day and suddenly find wrinkles that were not there previously. That would definitely be a bad birthday present.