I've missed this little virtual space on the internet.
This past school year I stepped into a role that took a little extra time from our already busy lives. A few things had to be set aside for awhile.
Like this blog.
And cleaning the house.
And cooking.
And dieting.
Which you would think would actually work out well together.
Not the case.
My family didn't die from eating a few more processed foods, the house is still standing, and if I quickly reintroduce myself to exercising, there may still be hope of fitting into some summer clothes.
Actually, the thing that is bothering me the most has nothing to do with how crazy busy life was over the past year.
My current problem: I cannot find my wedding ring.
It disappeared shortly before Christmas. I know this because I remember spending parts of Christmas break going through drawers and rooms in an attempt to find it. I have always had issues with my rings in the winter. My hands are like ice cubes, causing the opposite result of swelling fingers in the hot summer. My theory is that as I was putting clothes away, or taking gloves off or on, or something of the like, my ring slipped off.
However, my theory has not led me to find my ring.
The summer ring pursuit has begun. Yesterday I tackled two drawers in the kitchen. You know, those drawers that hold the pencils, tape, paperclips, and anything else four busy people decide to throw in there. No ring.
Last weekend I cleaned out the pantry. No luck there either, although I did find one long-lost shoe (my son's), monopoly money, and a blank field trip form from April. I'm thinking if I can find shoes and field trip forms in the food pantry, my ring could be just about anywhere.
Next up - going through every piece of clothing in my boys' rooms. That will be loads of fun.
In a bit of irony, our 18th wedding anniversary is today. No girl should be ringless on her anniversary. Which means...I either find my ring today, or I start working on convincing my husband to go shopping!
