Forget Me Not

So yesterday I lost my glasses, which, to someone with my eyesight, is a near disaster. To make things worse I haven't been to the eye doctor in a couple of years so to replace them would mean a doctor's appointment, new prescription, new glasses. A week of trouble all because I cannot remember what I did with them in the space of about 30 feet. I had them on while sitting on the couch, didn't have them on when I got in the shower.

Losing my glasses would've bothered me enough, but to add insult to injury I also lost the keys to our storage unit this week, which is especially inconvenient this time of year because we keep our Christmas decorations there.

And then, as soon as I decided my holiday vacation project would be to get our family's digital photos in order, I realized I have also lost Abby's baby pictures. Not all of them, but I can't find any of her first year.

So now I'm obsessing over my glasses, I'm pissed about the storage unit and the hefty fee I'll have to pay a locksmith for one minute of work, and I'm completely forlorn about Abby's photos.

First and foremost I need my glasses so tonight after work I tore through the house, much like the rampage to search for my lost running shoe a month ago. They weren't in the bathroom or my robe pockets or Abby's room or the laundry hamper or the garbage or the bed. On the bright side I did find the toothpaste that Jake hid behind the toilet. And my running shoe. On the other hand, I forgot that while I was looking for my glasses I left the water running in the kitchen sink.

Let me just say that while I may be forgetful at least I'm not oblivious - as the water filled up the sink and poured over the counter, splashed down the cabinets and puddled onto the floor, the boys sat four feet away, happily playing on their DS.

Meanwhile I found my glasses. Under the couch.