The absent-minded curse

You might be trying to figure out what in the world that title means. Well, let me explain. I know you're dying to know. :) My phone came up missing again this past Saturday evening. No, it wasn't Kay-Kay at work this time. It was Kay-Kay's mother. We were out doing some shopping Saturday afternoon and I didn't realize until sometime Saturday evening that I did not have it. I started thinking back about when and where I last remembered having/using it. I came to the conclusion that it was Michael's and after calling them we [eventually] discovered that I was right. The crazy part is that on thinking back about it, I remembered the point where I got so distracted thinking (and sharing my thoughts with Kevin) about something else that I totally absent-mindedly laid it down somewhere, assumably the cart. The fact that I could remember specifically when my brain just seemed to "shut down" in regards to paying attention to what I was doing but not remember what I did after that is a bit scary and frustrating to me. The thing is, this seems to be a regular occurrence every few months. More often it is my wallet rather than my phone. I have this planner/wallet that has my addresses, credit cards, checkbook, insurance card etc. I am not kidding when I say I have left behind or lost my wallet probably ten times. Usually it is not lost. As a matter of fact, most of the time I can tell you exactly where I left it; I just can't tell you WHY I left it there. Sometimes there is a good excuse like: I had so much stuff, was trying to get all of K's stuff in etc. and overlook it. Most of the time though it is just a bad case of absent-mindedness. One time just a few weeks after Kevin and I were married and had gotten settled in down here, I left it laying on the top of my car after I had stopped at a gas station on the way to school. Turns out, as I got going on the main highway, it fell off the car. This guy was driving along and saw it in the road, thought it looked important, and stopped and picked it up. When I realized it was missing I remembered that my old cell phone number was listed in the information. I had just gotten a new phone/plan with Kevin but we were just letting the old contract run out. Thankfully, I was able to turn on the phone and sure enough, there was a message about my wallet. (It was actually a different one then I have now but it was the same idea). The guy met Kevin at a gas station and my wallet was returned safe and sound. One of the latest times, I actually laid it on the trunk, got Kay in, jumped in the car and went about a mile up the road. When I went to get out, I realized that I didn't have my wallet. I jumped out to check the trunk and sure enough it was still laying there. Sometimes I think that God must just roll his eyes and say to my guardian angel (I'll pretend his name is Frank), "Frank, go keep track of Becky's wallet until she realizes it's missing." I say that jokingly but I am very seriously aware of how many times God has looked out for me in what some would say are "small" ways. I try not to take advantage of that but I just can't seem to get it pulled together. Anyway, my phone and wallet are safe right now. (Thanks Rach & John for stopping by Michael's to get it for me and thanks Kevin for calling and "running back" numerous times for me.) Before I got contacts, Kevin threatened many times to make me put a cord on my glasses - and we won't talk about how many pairs of sunglasses I go through (I've learned to always buy cheap ones). So there you have it - the absent-minded curse that I fear I will always have to deal with.



The (one of the) infamous wallet(s) and phone.