My Name is Anguish.

An"guish (#), n. [OE. anguishe, anguise, angoise, F. angoisse, fr. L. angustia narrowness, difficulty, distress] Extreme pain, either of body or mind; excruciating distress.

I lost my wallet. That is the word that describes me best.

I found it missing last night, all the other contents of my purse still inside and doing fine. My best guess is that I fumbled it out somehow while looking for something else important like keys or gum for the three Kindergartners I picked up midday. I know that sounds dumb, but that's what I may have done. Call me dumb, call me anguish.

On the bright side, I have already cancelled the three credit cards and the wallet only contained a twenty dollar bill, a Starbucks card with less than five bucks on it, and a few coins. If you count the $22 I spent this morning replacing my drivers license, I am only out $47, three hours of my life looking for it and calling credit card companies, one more night of wakefulness, plus all the anguish I deserve but probably more than is really warranted.

And another stinker but less important, I really liked that little red wallet.

Moving on.

Wednesdays are tough, but today will be better. Emily and Sarah are in full swing with the Girl Scout cookie order taking. If you can, save a couple boxes for them, call me or email me if you want in on the cookies. Their troops are awesome, Emily, for example went to this place for indoor skydiving last weekend with her troop. I couldn't ask for better leaders for them. I led Emily's troop for a few years but gave it up when baby #4 came along. I just couldn't fit it all in and do a good job of it too.

So me and Eva are hanging out here at home this morning, trying to get something done today through our my anguish. Up next for the afternoon: garden club at school, piano lessons, CCD, and hopefully squeaking out some treasurer reports for the PTA board meeting tomorrow night.

Next post, I will have a new name. Hope you're having a better week than me!