You Will Not Believe...(long)

SummerLove21 · May 2014

...the day I have had. WTF.

So, DS had the giant diaper explosion earlier. Fine, whatever, part of life. We were late to toddler class - fine, whatever, part of life. After class, we stopped at Walgreens and the gas station and were on our way home when someone flagged me down at a stoplight. She told me my wallet had just flown off of my car (because I left it on the trunk at the gas station), where it was, and that I should turn around and get it. Which I did (thank you helpful and kind person!). So I drive down the road and there it is, right in the middle of the street. I go down a little farther to u-turn, thinking about where I can park and how I am going to get it out of a busy, three-lane road. I'm waiting at the intersection where the wallet is at so I can turn right and park, and I see a large moving-type truck stop right next to it, a guy get out, and pick up my wallet. I'm yelling and waving my arms trying to get his attention, but apparently he doesn't see me. His truck makes a u-turn and takes off. I try to follow it but traffic on this street is ridiculous and stupid and I lose the truck.

At this point, I assume the guy stole my wallet. So I call the police department; they are not helpful. Frustrated and realizing "how the F am I going to get on a plane tomorrow with no id?!?!), I call my husband (who doesn't answer but wants to text me ridiculous questions that I can't answer because I'm driving and also flustered/have no patience), go home, immediately call my bank and CC company and cancel my cards, call the airline and confirm other ways I can prove I'm who I say I am and not a terrorist, and get another text message from our head coach that says, "Hi. :-) Someone found your wallet!! Check cheer email." What?! I have no idea how they would have gotten my cheer email from my wallet, but I check and sure enough, someone has emailed me about it and wants me to call right away.

So I call and it is a girl at some company in San Francisco. She asks where I live and I tell her, and she says "Oh...they are already over the bridge. Um...give me five minutes and I'll call you back." Hangs up. I run over to my neighbor and ask if she can watch DS while I run to the bank to get a temporary debit card (I had no idea they did that!). So I go to the bank. On the way, the girl calls back and asks if I can meet one of the workers 30 minutes from my house tonight. Yes, I will do anything you ask me to do to get my wallet back. So I get co-workers number and new get debit card worked out. DH calls, I explain everything to him, and he says, wait...maybe they are nearby and I can pick it up (he works in SF). So he calls the girl and they work it out and he is picking it up now.

So now I am trying to decompress...still nothing is packed or cleaned or anything but I am so overwhelmed that I needed to just...shut down. Which means DS is amusing himself again (against his will this time). I need to calm the F down so I can function.

So...thank goodness for good Samaritans, honest people, and good neighbors; I am an idiot and at the same time the luckiest person I know; and who the heck does this kind of thing happen to???

ETA: I curse a lot under pressure. It is very bad.

DublinMama · May 2014

1. That day sounds hellish, and you sound like you would have handled it way better than I.
2. I curse under normal regular circumstances, so no apologies necessary.