In the silver purse?
No.In the houndstooth bag?
No.In the houndstooth bag's:
No. No. NO.
Then it has to be in the car.
Between the seats?
No.Under the floormats?
No.Under the seats?
OK. Now with most things, the moment I quit looking for them...
they present themselves.
Maybe I should try that strategy
because my other option is to
COMPLETELY FREAK OUT THAT I'VE BEEN WITHOUT
MY SCHOOL ID AND ELECTRONIC KEY FOR A WEEK.
Yes, I've had to bum entrances into the building each morning.
I've had to text, call, and parking lot stalk my friends to get inside.
I've had to walk around the school instead of
cutting through a few simple rooms to get to my destination.
OK. So, maybeeeee, it is jumbled in one of my messy desk drawers at school.
No. No. And, NO.OK. So, maybeeeee, it is in a store at the mall.
We were there two weekends ago and I distinctly remember
adding it to my diaper bag before leaving
(because yes, Virginia, some stores do honor teachers
by providing additional discounts...eh-hem, J.Crew).
I don't want to call each and every store we traipsed through.
Gee. Who has the time?
IT'LL TURN UP; I JUST KNOW IT.
OK. So, today I was packing my houndstooth bag to run a few errands...and...
THE ID CARD WAS POLITELY LYING
FACE-UP IN THE
Last week, I looked there a dozen times. No dice.
Because today, I wasn't stressed out while looking...
today, I was open for blessing instead of pushing my own agenda...
today, I savored 'the find' as if I had won the lottery.
Tomorrow, I can go to school when I want,
open all the right doors,
and not have to expend valuable energy
taking more steps than I need to.
It DID turn up; I just knew it would.