This Week

This last week was an interesting one.

I have felt so many emotions about moving and generally been in a constant state of stress.
I'm excited to build a new house and decorate it from the start.
I'm so sad about leaving my friends.
I'm nervous about making new friends.
I'm nervous about living with my in-laws for 5 months.
At the same time, I'm excited to live closer to family.
I'm anxious about packing all of our stuff into a truck.
I'm really eager to pack our stuff into boxes--I just want to get it all done RIGHT NOW!

And I'm a little out of my mind!

On Tuesday I went out shopping by myself and thus took my purse.
The next day I went to Walmart to run some errands. Claire and I left after her nap around 3pm. It was a pretty quick trip ending in about an hour. As the cashier is putting the last items into my bags I realized that my wallet was missing. Where was it? Oh in the purse that I brought shopping the night before to make me look less motherly. When I go out with Claire, I take the diaper bag. I check for keys, my phone, and the garage opener. I don't usually have to check to make sure I've got my wallet. So they cancelled my order and took the refrigerated items back and moved my cart into a separate lane so that I could get it again when I came back with my wallet. Which I did. I totally cried in the car. I was SO embarrassed. I hurried home and hurried back. Claire was a bit restless now after almost 2 hours being out and about. I ran through the store for the few refrigerated items and found the shortest line possible. Peter also showed up to help me through check out. I called him and told him what a terrible time I had. Actually, I called him because I wanted to get his driver's license number because I had a check book in my diaper bag, but I don't know my own license number (my DL was in my wallet at home) and because we share the bank account, I could have used his number if I would have been able to contact him. Oh well.

The point is, I survived and am now looking for a diaper bag that looks more like a purse. That way if I want to go out without the baby, I don't have to switch bags and can still feel a bit less mommy-ee.

Sub-point: I'm likely to burst into tears at random. And forget important things, like my wallet.