So I'm having a bad day.

Yesterday Joey decided he was going to clean the kitchen. Great right? I think he's hoping if he keeps doing these random cleaning chores without being asked we'll give him money for this new phone he wants.

So I wake up from a nap yesterday and see the table has been totally cleaned off. I had three weeks of mail from our vacation on there and I'd been sorting through all the bills and paying them all. Looks great, but where's all the bills and checks I had there? He said he put everything on the counter but there's a lot of stuff missing. He then says I told him that one pile of stuff was trash he could throw away but 1) he never asked about a pile and I certainly didn't say it was trash and 2) I had already thrown away all the trash paperwork and credit card offers. Most of my bills looked like they were there and I only noticed two magazines had been thrown away. He'd already taken the trash to the dumpster so I considered them gone.

So today I get on our bank account and realize that there is $700 missing. Oh yeah, no big deal, I forgot to take the check to the bank. I'll go get it and we'll drop it off on the way.

And then I realize, OH CRAP IT WAS ON THE TABLE.

So I just searched through all the stuff Joey put on the counter praying my heart out but it isn't there. I'm 99% sure he threw it away.

Now I've been crying hysterically for the last 30 minutes. We were already tight on money because Jeremy had a furlough two weeks ago, which means his latest paycheck was less than half of what it usually is. I really need that $700 for some leftover bills, so we can go buy groceries to restock the fridge after vacation and so I can buy Joey the rest of the crap he needs for his $600 lacrosse camp.

So since I was nearing panic-attack status, and Jeremy said I shouldn't be stressing in my condition, I'm here writing and letting it out. It seems to be working.

I just got up to see if the boys thought to check the dumpster and see if our bag is still in there. Hopefully the trash truck hasn't come. They are out there digging through it now. They say our bag is still in there!

AND THEY FOUND IT!

Thank heavens. I'm taking that thing to the bank RIGHT NOW.

As soon as my heart stops pounding and I stop feeling like I'm gonna puke.

Good morning!

Why am I up so early on a day when I have few responsibilities? I'm really not sure. I not happy about it, but I'm going with the flow. I do have a doctor's appointment in three hours. I'm hoping they can do something about my painful ears, stuffy head, persistent and pathetic coughing, constant sneezing, and maybe a urinary tract infection.

I am so attractive right now, let me tell you!

Okay, so I'm not a pillar of sexy right now but I'll tell you what is...Waking up and seeing that all the clean towels that had been piled on the couch have been folded. Oh man. I don't know who did it but it was thrilling this morning when I needed a towel for my shower. I think I'll grab a couple now and trying to get my gross self a wash down.

So for the last three days I've felt this compelling urgency to chronicle my life. I feel like I need to be documenting every little thing both here and especially in my private journal. I will also be making regular private and protected entries here since life is a bit complicated right now. I'm excited about it though. I really need to get my writing back in shape anyways before I go back to school this semester.

Does this routine seem to be getting old to anyone? I get all motivated and then post twice and you don't hear from me for another month?

I blame Twitter.

But on the the chronicling. I've been on a whirlwind of a vacation for the last three weeks. Forgive me for giving you the short version. When all my photos are put on facebook I'll let them speak for themselves. We started in Orlando on June 10th. (My dad's 50th birthday.) We did all the Disney parks, Planet Hollywood, the new T-Rex cafe with Casey and Michael, SeaWorld, and a host of other things I'm sure I've forgotten. We did ride the monorails which had an accident today killing an employee. Scary.

We went up to NC long enough for my dad's 50th birthday party, my 5-year class reunion, and church on Sunday. Then we were off to Virginia. We stayed with my grandma and spent the days in Washington DC. We rode the Metro the day after the big metro crash that killed 9 people and injured dozens. That was pretty intense. All the trains were being operated manually since the crash may have been the result of a computer glitch. So the rides were rough. But safe! We did 4 or 5 Smithsonian museums and went to the Holocaust Museum a week after they'd had that shooting. I was a little nervous as we went through the metal detectors but everything turned out alright.

Then we came back to NC long enough to go to church again and that was about it. Jeremy flew back to Utah for work. Joey got to see a few of his old school friends, and that was really nice. They seemed to have a blast riding golfcarts around our house.

Then we drove down to South Carolina for a friend's wedding. It was a great time. The wedding was small and simple but very elegant and fancy at the same time. I really enjoyed it. It was at a fancy pants club on Daniel Island which is near Charleston and the Isle of Palms, where I lived for four years. I've really got to get Jeremy down there sometime. It's so gorgeous.

And now I'm back in Utah with my husband, my cat, and my teenager where I belong.

Feels good.