Twenty Dollars

I took the kids to Taco Bell for lunch today. You would think that would be simple, but noooooo. Chaos insued. First of all, the guy at the counter was a little creepy. He talked too much and made immature comments. Anyway, I placed our order and paid. Riley tugged at my shirt and said he had to go to the BATHROOM (not potty, if you know what I mean). There was only one other couple in the place so I let him go ahead to the men's. Well, Reagan chimes in that she has to go too. I put everything down at the table, grab my purse and head to the women's bathroom. I put Reagan up on the potty, run to the boys (still holding the door to the girls open and yell into Riley that we are in the girls bathroom so he won't be scared and looking for us.... (I will be getting to the point soon.) He comes in, we wash everyone's hands, and I leave Reagan's diaper off and figure I will put another one on after we eat.... after all... she just went and I had left the diaper bag at the table. We eat... we fuss... we have a sucker... we start to leave when I realize I can't find my keys because they are in my purse on the back of the door in the bathroom stall. When I go in I see that someone else has visited the stall, but thankfully, my purse is still there..... MINUS TWENTY DOLLARS! I was sooooo mad - not really b/c of the money, but because someone would steal from me! I guess I have just gotten so used to people being nice and helpful, then this happens to slap you back into reality. Yes, I am soooo thankful that they did not take my credit cards, ID and so forth, but it just infuriates me that people can be so dishonest. I went into the "dining area" and announced that someone had stolen $20 from my purse and asked if anyone knew who did it... of course everyone looked at me as though I were crazy. Then I left. I almost forgot to put a diaper on Reagan... she of course reminded me by peeing in her seat the very second I put her in it. I began to cry and Riley was so sweet. He said he would give me his $20... and said don't be mad at yourself, mommy... he was so sweet and tried so hard to make me feel better. It was a good opportunity for me to show him how to be so very upset over making a mistake, but then to forgive yourself and move on. He is just like his mother in this sense, because we have a hard time forgiving ourselves and moving on. We both dwell on it for a long time and beat ourselves up over it. Maybe that was God's purpose in this happening.... I know I would have cried longer and dwelled on it longer if the kids had not been with me.

Back to the house issue. My builder, Joe, has not sprayed the solockstain (I am not sure if that is the name and I am sure it is not spelled correctly.) on the side of the house. They said it would be done this week. Today is Thursday!! William, our good friend, worked on redirecting the water over there earlier this week, so teh next rain will be a true test. THANK YOU WILL!!!! Shane, the foreman, said that the tile guy would come by this week ( to re-grout a crack in the master bathroom and a spot on the countertop/backsplash in the kitchen). He has not shown up either. I did receive the letter from the front door guy stating that the damage to the front door is due to improper sealing. It will have to be sanded and resealed properly. This will be Joe's responsibility, but I am sure it will take an act of congress to get it done.