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.
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