Those four simple words can put me Over. The. Edge.
Chip has lost his wallet so many times I cannot keep track, including the time he literally threw it away in the men’s room of a Napa Valley vineyard. Every time I have a bottle of V Sattui wine, I flashback. Even this morning we were calling his cell phone to locate it. Last time it was in his shoe. Don’t ask.
In this case, the apple does not fall far from the tree.
Jack has lost at least a dozen water bottles from cheapie knock offs to Under Amour elites. We have lost at least 2 NorthFace jackets, enough mittens and gloves to clothe a classroom of children as well as a book bag and a pair of basketball sneaker or two.
Today Jack casually announced that he had lost his wallet, again. He searched the cars, the entire house and the yard for what is now his second lost wallet. Typical Jack, casually looking and totally relaxed while I am wigging out over the irresponsibility of it all. He walks the inside perimeter of the house at a snails pace; casually tossing pillows aside and kicking under the sofa. I strongly suggested to him that he call every place he has been in the last 24 hours. Ironically, they are all related to food:
- Chipotle: Nope
- Shoprite (home of fried chicken and sushi): Nope
- TCBY: Bingo and off we went to retrieve it.
Chip and Amelia are off visiting college campuses while I am writing this and eating a lovely Seared Pepper Tuna Salad from Mr. Wasabi joined by a glass of Dr. Frank’s Riesling. The Riesling is to offset the smell of pizza and chicken wings from the sleepover gang downstairs. Jack is trouble free and un-phased over the wallet incident this afternoon. If he called Chip for moral support, I am not aware.
Zumba managed to take the edge off tonight (thanks Laurie) and I am ready for a good night’s sleep. Izzy is already snoring…..this could be along night.