So I've lost my marbles--all of them. Growing up, my dad called me "Pee-wee," and whenever I did something ridiculous, lost things, forgot things, etc., he would say "Is this another Pee-wee problem?" He claims that I have a hundred guardian angels working overtime to protect me. When I was in high school, sometimes my dad would tell me not to bring him into my world "because your world scares me." Well, today I had enough Pee-wee problems to scare Pee-wee herself.
I frequently lose credit-cards, my driver's license, and other important things, but I'm always able to replace them, and I most often find them somewhere in my house anyway. (Although I probably hold some sort of record at the BYU Lost & Found for lost items recovered there including my check book 4 times, my backpack, and credit card, among other things). During my freshman year at BYU, sometimes I would call the Lost & Found and ask if there was anything in my name that they had collected--and on a few occasions they had found things that I didn't even know that I had lost.
Anyway, for a new at-home part-time job I have, I had to bring in some government docs to get hired. I couldn't find my driver's license, so I went to the filing cabinet to find my SS card and birth certificate. Neither one was there!!! I was able to find my passport, but it has my maiden name. Losing my license, birth certificate, and SS card is not a good combination. Oh well. At least they are probably lost in three different places or were stolen by different people. I just hope that if someone steals my identity that it won't be some big weird man with a scary voice like on the identity theft commercials.
I called the Social Security office and found out that I could use my passport and marriage license to get a new SS card, so I went in this morning to their office to fill out the paperwork to get a new card. After walking in and getting my number, I saw that the wait was an estimated 80 minutes, even though I got there 15 minutes after they opened. I was scheduled to babysit another child later that morning, so I scrambled through my coat pockets to find my phone to see if Chauncey could watch him until I got home. (He was home watching my two). Naturally, I had forgotten my phone. I figured that I would just drive home, since I had 80 minutes to kill anyway. I drove home, let him know, called the kid's mom to let her know, and then drove back to the office. I waited for another 45 minutes, and was just 15 minutes away from my scheduled appointment when a lady came out and announced that their entire computer system was down nation-wide and that we had to go home and come back another day. So frustrating!
Just an hour later, I was watching my boys in our tot lot and thinking that I was going to be late picking up all the kids in our carpool for preschool, when I got a call from Chauncey saying that my boss had emailed me and that she urgently needed some work that I was going to be turning in later that day, and that she needed it by 10am. I called the preschool carpool, scheduled someone else to fill in, asked some other moms in the tot lot to watch my kids, ran upstairs, sent the documents, and then ran downstairs to get Maxwell ready for preschool. I got him and Jackson ready, walked out to our car, buckled them in, sat down at the driver's seat, and then realized that I had forgotten my car key. I then unbuckled them and waited at the door for someone to let us into our building, ran upstairs, got the keys, and then took Maxwell to preschool.
Oh, and the picture above is of the shoes that I accidentally wore a few weeks ago. It wasn't until I got home in the middle of the day that I looked down and saw that I was wearing one black Mary Jane and one brown moccasin. I changed my shoes and then put them back on when Chauncey got home to show him. Unfortunately, after I showed him and we had a good laugh, I forgot to change them back before we went out to dinner. Another Pee-wee problem.
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