This has been a long week with Mr F gone out of town, and a holiday, a basketball game, homework & the two kids-two schools-same time-one driver issues.
I was really looking forward to this weekend because both kids have off of school on Monday and Tuesday & I just desperately wanted NOTHING to do. It was kind of the carrot that got my through the week.
Of course, my thoughtful friends here in town were convinced that we would be desperate to get out of the house and invited us to come over for dinner last night. And, can you say no?... I can't. So instead of relaxing I made 7 dozen chocolate chip cookies and headed to the grocery store to get some six pack of something to bring.
(Where, FYI, they did not card me. I had already dug my license out like an old fool. That's always demoralizing... It could drive you to drink.)
And while, ultimately, we did all enjoy the company.... I was tired and at some point during the in or out of their house I lost one of my favorite gloves. A leather, cashmere lined glove, no less, that actually fits my hand (which having child sized hands is extremely hard to find!) that I got on crazy sale 11 years ago and I cannot afford to replace (if I could even find a replacement)... making the loss all the more upsetting.
So, my question is... how many times can I ask them to look for it? Because it is 100% at their house. In fact, it is 100% in the entryway of their house (unless their cat retrieved it). I've asked twice. Once on my way out, and once today. No dice. I kind of think I'm at my limit, right? Sob.
So, in my grief, we stayed in our PJs all day and watched back episodes of The Bachelor.
What else could we do?