Monday, August 01, 2005
I'm a Loser
It's true. You may not think that about me, but I truly am, in the purest sense of the word. Let me tell you about it.
Just yesterday while in the car I turned to Matthew and said "I guess I'll have to manage without my sunglasses until I can find them." With light-sensitive eyes I wasn't looking forward to that, but would have to manage. Matthew didn't respond for a bit, then he said "But they're on your eyes." I laughed immediately, because I realized he was right. The sad thing is, the same scenario played out between us about a month ago. Then there was the time I was looking for my sunglasses and they were in my hand. Or the time I had filled nailholes with Polyfilla and was looking ferociously for the lid. My house isn't big enough to lose something that I had just used. I found it a week later, as I was on top of a chair sanding an upper wall. It was on top of his bookcase. Perhaps the worst of all was when I was getting all the daycare kids ready to go out, and in my headcount realized the littlest one wasn't running around me. I walked through the house once, saying to my mom...we need to find her. Then I realized she was on my left hip.
Truly a loser...one who loses everything.
I've told Matthew that he's going to have to get good at finding things for me. Someone has to keep things together.
Just yesterday while in the car I turned to Matthew and said "I guess I'll have to manage without my sunglasses until I can find them." With light-sensitive eyes I wasn't looking forward to that, but would have to manage. Matthew didn't respond for a bit, then he said "But they're on your eyes." I laughed immediately, because I realized he was right. The sad thing is, the same scenario played out between us about a month ago. Then there was the time I was looking for my sunglasses and they were in my hand. Or the time I had filled nailholes with Polyfilla and was looking ferociously for the lid. My house isn't big enough to lose something that I had just used. I found it a week later, as I was on top of a chair sanding an upper wall. It was on top of his bookcase. Perhaps the worst of all was when I was getting all the daycare kids ready to go out, and in my headcount realized the littlest one wasn't running around me. I walked through the house once, saying to my mom...we need to find her. Then I realized she was on my left hip.
Truly a loser...one who loses everything.
I've told Matthew that he's going to have to get good at finding things for me. Someone has to keep things together.
// posted by Annette @ 8:36 p.m. 