My Day Off! What Would You DO?
Johnny Kemp - Just Got Paid
O'Jays - For the Love of Money
Pink Floyd - Money
I always love my days off. No matter what I am doing I figure it is better than being at work. I sometimes get an extra day off during the week besides the weekend, but not every week. So when I get a day off they fill up pretty quickly and I try to fill them up with fun things. As a mom that is not always possible. Usually my days off are the time when I play catch up on the errands that need to be run, chores that need to be done or the calls that need to made. What I really love to do is to sleep in because as a busy mom I rarely ever get to sleep in.
My last day off was a strange and crazy event unlike the relaxing day that I had originally planned. I had actually started planning the week prior with almost everything that I liked. First I was going to sleep in since my husband was able to take the kids to school that morning. Then I would get up and head to lunch with a friend at the nearest casino buffet. After lunch we would do some light gambling and head over to the outlet mall across the street for a little bit of shopping. What a day that would be. I couldn’t wait for Friday to come, it felt like forever. By Thursday those plans had totally changed. My friend was too sick to meet and my husband had a change in work schedule so I would have to take the kids to school. So now my Friday would include me waking up early and running errands. By Thursday evening I had a complete list of all the things that I needed to do and all the places I needed to go. I figured out the best order by location and plotted out my day. My whole day had changed. I would start by dropping off my kids at school and end it by picking them up from school. My day would not be a total loss though because somehow I was even able to schedule a quick lunch with my friend.
My schedule would be full and hopefully I would be able to get everything done. I figured that after dropping off the kids I would head to the grocery store since my kids are now eating me out of house and home, then to the drug store for some supplies, the music store for more reeds since my son is now playing the alto sax. I would stop for lunch with a friend at the mall and then head over to the toy store in the mall for a birthday party that my kids were invited to. Finally I had a doctor’s appointment and then I would pick up my kids. This plan sounded good to me. If only everything had gone as planned but of course it didn’t.
I ended up having to go to three different music stores to find what I needed. My friend was incredibly late to meet me for lunch. The toy store was out of what I needed and the doctor was way behind schedule. I was not sure if I was going to be able to get everything done in time to pick up my kids. Although the day was hectic I was able to get everything I needed and done in enough time to go by my house before picking up my kids.
When I got home I tried to put everything away as quickly as possible so that I could take a second to regroup. I had about 15 minutes to just sit and relax before I had to leave to pick up my kids. It felt really good to sit down I felt like I had been going strong all day. As I was sitting I noticed my purse on the other side of the table where I had dropped it upon entering the house. I have a relatively small purse that I only keep a few items in; two lipsticks, an inhaler, a card holder (which has my driver’s license and some credit cards) and a coin purse that I keep cash in. For some reason my purse looked really stuffed like the sides were bulging which was really strange. I was so bothered by this, wondering what I had put in my purse that I got up immediately and walked around the table to pick it up. My purse seemed unusually heavy. One quick unzip and a flip of the purse everything came tumbling out all over the table. I had to catch my lipstick before it fell to the ground, good catch. I still got those quick reflexes.
Looking around the table I saw my wallet with the credit cards and my change purse. But as I looked closer there was a third wallet that looked almost exactly like mine. It was really hard to tell the difference unless you looked really closely. This wallet was much thicker than mine. “Who’s was it?” I had never seen it before. “Was it my husbands?” “Did he put it in my purse?” I reluctantly opened the wallet. There were no cards in it; nothing to identify who it belonged to. It was so thick even with no cards. I opened up the side and immediately understood why it was so fat. It was filled with crisp $100 bills. I pulled the stack out carefully and began to count them. I was still dumb struck. There were 50 crisp bills. 50 crisp $100 bills. Wow! I called my husband and hit him with a barrage of questions. He had no idea what I was talking about. While I was talking to my husband I remembered that I saw my wallet lying on the ground next to my car and picked it up. But I couldn’t remember where I was when that happened. I had been to so many places. I tried to retrace my steps mentally and still could not come up with where I was when I found that wallet. I was stumped and not sure of what I should do.
What should my next step be?