yes.
a loser.
as in, i lose things.
too often. 🙂
the latest thing to escape from my possesion. my cell phone.
gone. kaput. se fue.
somehow i misplaced it while at dallin’s swimming lessons. and after searching and searching, nothing.
but in all of this there was comedy.
some of you may be familiar with the wagon wheel. strangely enough, this is where the swimming lessons are located. for those of you who are not familiar with it, lemme esplain. it’s not the most savory place in town. it’s a motel/bowling alley/corner market right off the 101 freeway. i like to think of it as the hobo hangout. i mean nothing bad by that. just giving you the vibe of the place.
so after asking everyone i could about my cell phone, i decided to go to the front desk of the motel to see if anyone had turned it in. the guy at the front desk sees me walk in and immediately says, "you’re looking for the swimming pool right?"
"no, actually i’m looking for a cell phone. i lost it here yesterday. has anyone turned one in?"
he chuckles and says with a smirk, "maam, this is the wrong place to lose a cell phone. you’ve already had it shut down, i assume?"
i laughed. no checking around. no looking in the back. plain and simple. this was the wrong place to lose a cell phone. and unfortunately, this time i was not a finder.
now, to the not going out in public part.
surely this has happened to many a mother. somehow on monday dallin ended up with a big cut on his forehead. he doesn’t know how he got it and i don’t either. strike one.
then, later that day, ella fell down and hit the side of her eye on the corner of a plastic bin. it looked pretty bad at first and gradually turned into a HUGE black and blue bruise on the side of her face and eye. strike two.
a little embarassed of their appearance, i took them to wal-mart later that day. surely enough, two of the workers handing out carts at the front of the store had their eye on me. they watched me. carefully. checking out my "handling" of the kids. then as i was walking through the store some lady sees ella in the cart and says, "what a cute baby!" then gets closer and gasps, "oh!"
well, as you might guess. i think we’ll just stay in the house for a little while.
’cause you never know…three strikes and i’m out! 😉
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Don’t you hate when your kids LOOK abused? I don’t mean to make light of a very serious subject, but kids are kids. They fall on and over things. They roughhouse with their daddies (and sometimes mommies). They get hurt. William just did this last night. Playing with daddy. Big purple welt on his cheek right under his left eye. A kiss, a little ice and we’re all better. But don’t think I’ll be going anywhere today…
Oh, I can relate with this post. I lose everything too. I have lost my cell phone before. Well, actually, several times. Then once I even lucked out with having it stolen in Hawaii. Yeah, we did get it shut off once I realized it was gone. . .a few days later. I am so used to it being lost, I just figured it would find its way back to me. Gulp. Yeah, and you should see Braden’s legs. You would think that I was doing something to the kid. Bruises every where. I always wonder what the pediatrician thinks when I take him in. Anyone that knows Braden wouldn’t be surprised. He is like the tazmanian devil, just alot nicer and more intelligent. 🙂