Just when you think you're getting ahead . . .

This morning, I distinctly remember grabbing my wallet and putting it in my handbag before I went to school.

At lunchtime, I grabbed my handbag to go down to the shire office an pay my bills. And . . . no wallet.

It hasn't been stolen at school, I'm absolutely certain of that. Which means that I've lost the blasted thing somewhere.

The kids, the principal, an aide and I turned the classroom upside down, several people helped me search my car twice, I've searched the house four separate times and I've looked all over the garden, car park, my car port . . . et cetera. We've been over every square metre of ground that the wallet travelled this morning, and . . . nothing.

There was no cash in it, and my cards are only accessible with a PIN so they're pretty much useless, and there's not much on any of them anyway because I've done all of my tax return spending and I don't get paid until Thursday. If someone has found it and nicked off with it, there's not much harm they can do. It's just a complete nuisance having to replace all of my cards, especially when I'm out in the country.

I'm not going to let this piss me off too much, and the silly childish part of me is actually a little bit excited about replacing my black wallet - I'm going to get a colourful one this time. But it's going to be a huge aggravation getting new everything. But still . . . lost wallets happen to everyone sometimes. It's not because I'm stupid or a freak or anything, and I've got to keep reminding myself of that. It's just life.

I got a good laugh out of Mum this evening, though. I phoned her to tell her about the wallet, and we were chatting away when she suddenly spoke to my 10yo brother who was busy in the background: "That's really rude! Very rude! And it has an 'h' on the end of it!" Apparently he had written 'bla bla bla' on a piece of paper, although he claimed that he was just writing it and it wasn't about Mum and I lol. I laughed until I was nearly having hysterics. That is such a thing I would say - bust the kid for writing something rude and correct the spelling in the same breath - and it's hard to tell whether it's because we're mother and daughter or because whether we're both natural teachers, or whether I'm a natural teacher because my mother is a natural teacher . . . oh, it's just funny either way :-D

So . . . frustrated, wearied, but staying determinedly positive.