The lost has been partially found.

Ella is a free spirit.

A couple of weeks ago she lost her library books from school. At school. They never even made it into her backpack. Two of them got returned by someone else, and I found the last one this morning when I stopped in to deliver the class party Valentine cookies. It was on the shelf by the lockers, but nowhere near her own locker.

I'd gone in to drop off said cookies, and try to track down her lunchbox. Ella recently decided she likes getting hot lunch, even though she eats PB&J almost every day instead of getting the intended lunch. But yesterday she didn't want to consider it so she had me pack her a lunch. Which she never ate and forgot somewhere at school. I did find it, down on the other end from the library book. I think it got pretty kicked around, but hey, her lunch from yesterday was still there.

Still missing: her warmest hat and her mittens. Lost on separate occasions.

In other news, I'm starting to keep an eye out for Stacy & Clinton. I know what I'm supposed to be doing. But lately in the morning it's all I can do to get the kids out the door. I hate to admit that today I went inside Ella's school AND to Target (where I scored some major deals) before I'd managed a shower. Worse yet, I didn't even brush my hair first. I did manage some jeans and my sporty mommy-on-the-go shoes, but who was looking at that with the rat's nest in the back of my head? I was hoping it was coming off as "touseled" but in reality I think it was more "Mommy needs a shower."

Is it Spring yet?


Kate said...

If I had a nickel for every time I've done some or all of my errand without a shower, and counted wearing some form of hat as brushing my hair I'd be a rich woman. Besides, its still winter in Wisconsin right? leave your coat and hat on while indoors and you'll be fine:)

gretchen said...

Oh man, I know that feeling too. The other day I was running errands in the morning, accidentally caught a glimpse of myself in a store window and screamed in horror. I MUST remember to at least LOOK at my hair. And maybe put on a little lipstick.

Brian said...

My brother and his family was visiting this weekend and the conversation got around to cleaning messes with a mop - my 4 year old cousion chimes in "that is what Dad says my Mom's hair looks like in the morning!"

My brother was sent to the timeout chair...

Libby Design said...

Hey, if you had a bra on, that's all that matters. :) Maybe we could do a "twins separated at birth" edition with Clinton and Stacy.