Over the past 2 weeks, I experienced a series of unfortunate events that pale in comparison to the events in my “one of the worst weeks ever” file, but these events were nonetheless, unfortunate.
Event Number 1: The lost ring.
If a wedding ring had nine lives, mine is on life number 5. Last week in a joyous reunion, I found my wedding ring crammed under the leg of the dresser in Isla’s room. I scooped up the ring, embraced-a beautiful moment. Before that joyous reunion, my wedding ring had gone MIA for approximately 2 weeks. Every single day I scoured a new quadrant of the house like an episode of CSI. Everyday I announced to Andy, “If I can’t find my ring I am going to go insane! Seriously, I am going to FLIP OUT.” To which he replied, “I kind of thing that already happened…” To which I replied, “Oh no, this is not flipping out, if I can’t find my ring you’ll see flipping out. Ah!!!” I think it’s safe to say that Andy too, felt extreme relief for a variety of reasons after my ring returned safely to my finger.
After the whole ordeal I reminisced about the other close calls: The time it went through the washer, the time it almost went through the washer at my in-laws’ house and fell onto the basement floor, the time I left in the GAP dressing room in December, the time it ended up in the dress up clothes courtesy of someone small, and all the times I placed it in spots I did not remember placing it.
Now I know you might be judging me right now, I would probably judge. Don’t get me wrong, I love being married. I love strolling through Target with my wedding ring properly in place as a sign of my love and commitment, and also a sign of my claim on the cute guy walking next to me. But for some reason I find it extremely difficult to complete many household tasks while wearing my ring, it’s a little loose, so I inevitably take it off and place it in a variety of semi-regular hangout spots for safe keeping…or not so safe keeping.
I wish I could promise to never lose it again. Believe me; I will TRY VERY HARD, all caps. If all else fails, I only used about 5 lives so far, so I'd say we've got 4 to go!
(More unfortunate events to come…)
I used to lose my wedding ring all the time, but since I have become swollen with my pregnancy and I wear it around my neck.... I have not lost it once! Yay!
BTW... I might be contacting you about making me a carrier once the munchkin arrives. So hopefully you will be interested in that!
I take my ring off all the time too for household chores. When my grandmother spotted me doing this during Thanksgiving at her house, she designated herself as my ring's guardian angel and would stand there while I washed dishes or did whatever I was doing, saying, "I can't believe you take it off! ...You shouldn't take it off ever." :)
Brooke- I just lost my ring recently! I was working in the kitchen- I think I was either kneading fondant or I was cleaning paint rollers, but either way I put it on the counter above the sink and one of the girls snagged it. I have heard many stories now- I buried it in the sandbox (not in there), I left it on the couch (not there) I think I threw it in the deep water (still trying to figure that one out). Glad you found yours- I'm still on my search!
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