I lose everything, part 2

hi everyone.  Just in case you have been, you can quit having anxiety over wondering if I've abandoned my blog and decided I have better things to do with my time.  Because I haven't.  Calm yourselves (all 12 of you).  I've just been off BINDING BOOKS!  Which is fabulous and I recommend it to all of you. I'll tell you all about it later.  Write now I feel like posing the question, am I the only one who seems to be constantly making things so much harder than they actually should be?  Example 1:  like how last time I went grocery shopping I wrote "1 onion" on my grocery list instead of "2 onions" which left me with an onion deficiency when I wanted to make the butternut squash soup today that Steph recommended.  Which meant a short trip to the grocery store which turned into a loooong trip, most of which wasn't actually a trip but searching for my wallet which I apparently absentmindedly put in camryn's toy basket.

Yes, really.

Which I didn't actually discover until after the grocery trip.  So, being the resourceful (read: desperate) mom that I am, I emptied my piggy bank (yes, I actually have a piggy bank full of coins) into a pocket of my diaper bag and paid for 1 onion + 2 snack packs of baby cereal bites at a self check out station by shamelessly feeding the machine coins.

Example 2:  While making bread in the easiest bread maker in the world that only requires 2 parts, I forgot one of the parts:  the kneading paddle.  Which is kind of necessary if you think about it.  Which means I had to dig my little hands through 2 pounds of bread ingredients to attach the paddle, which wouldn't attach, so I had to dump out all the ingredients into a different bowl, blah, blah, blah, blah. . . the point of the story is I make things way harder than they need to be.

Example 3:  Leaving our phone charger at my in-laws house on Sunday.  The phone charger we share because we have the same phone and already lost one charger. (insert here:big fat frustrated sigh)

I got to thinking today what I'd do with all the time I'd have if I wasn't looking for things all the time and just plain making easy things difficult.

Please tell me it's not just me.  

Losing Keys

Hi.  My name is Dana and I lose EVERYTHING.  (and I just had one of those weird moments with the word lose where if you say it and read it over and over, it just looks and sounds completely wrong--loose, lose, luse, luz.  ah.  weird.)  I lose everything.  As in I use the sentence "where's _____?" waaaaay too often.  And if we're going to be honest it's usually more like "WHERE THE FREAK IS MY *$@!_____?!???!!" because nothing makes me more upset and frustrated than when I can't find something (especially if it's time sensitive, and times 1 million if it's a binky).  You'd think after 23 1/2 years of life I would have figured out how to avoid this problem, but "the keys go on the key hook" is still a really hard concept for us over here.

Sometimes I spend forever looking for my keys, find them, and then by the time I put on my shoes and jacket and grab my phone, I have to spend another forever looking for my keys again because I've already lost them.

Purses/bags/backpacks with lots of pockets give me anxiety.

Sometimes alongside my "to do" list, I make a "to find" list of all the things I'm missing and just dedicate half my day to looking for them.  If you're at all interested, right now at the top of my list are my camera charger and Camryn's social security card.  

Hasn't someone invented something by now to help people like me?  Like some gps tracking device you can attach to things you loose often?  Or, you know, just some way to surgically attach them to myself.

I'm committing to change.  Last weekend I had a particularly bad time of things and lost my phone about eight hundred times (along with my mind) and as Tanner was yet again helping me look for it he said "dana, I don't know if I can do this for the next  80 years."  I don't blame him.  I'm sure adding more kids to the equation won't really help things either?  I'm going to do better people.  I'm going to put the keys on the key hook.  I'm going to de-clutter my apartment.  I'm going to put my cell phone in the same pocket of the diaper bag every single time.  (the binky problem, however, has no solution because Camryn just thinks leashes are a really fun game of "lets yank this out of my mouth over and over.")

In other news, we had our first poop in the tub this week.  I'm sure you'd all just love a play-by-play, but I'll spare you the details.

We also attended a Staples family wedding where I attempted for the billionth time to learn the names of all of Tanner's aunts, uncles and cousins (his dad has 10 siblings) which is like running in circles-- and just to give you an example there are two Debbie's and a Denice.   Not confusing at all.  I need flashcards or something.  I accidentally congratulated the wrong couple on the marriage of their son which was pretty embarrassing   But in my defense, the woman was wearing the exact same shade of purple as the table napkins which would indicate (would it not?) that she was part of the wedding party.  Awkward.

I also attended Pilates, Kickboxing, Zumba, and Yoga class all in one week.  That's right, I am awesome.  And if the stars align for me, a bike ride is in my 24 hour forecast.

That's all.  Have a good weekend :)