There are some days my waning vision scares the heck out of me. I keep all the check books as well as pay the bills for the family. Yesterday I needed a check for something and went to look for the checkbook in the usual place (purse), but it wasn’t there. I tried to think back to what I’ve done and where I’ve been since the last time I used it, and narrowed it down to two places where my purse had been (work and home). I backtracked between both places, but could not find the checkbook anywhere.
How do I explain this to my husband? That I somehow lost the checkbook? He would give me that “how can you be so irresponsible” look which would make me feel, well, pretty low…inferior. Like a complete idiot.
The fact that I’ve been “misplacing” things more and more lately has start to scare me. These things, mostly, have been little “unimportant” stuff…but a checkbook? This could be a huge “uh-oh” for me.
I didn’t sleep very well last night because of this. I kept wondering and fretting how I was going to break this to Jay.
Jay’s gone for the day. The sun is out, and the house is bright. So, I took one more stab at searching around the house.
Would you believe that I actually found the checkbook…it was in the purse all along!
How pathetic is that? All that stress and anxiety for nothing. 🙂