Lazy Hausfrau and the Case of the Missing Credit Card

Here at Hausfrau Haus, I never have days during the week in which I just vegetate. I tend to manage my time more efficiently when I am busy. Even though I occasionally bitch and moan about how busy I am, I am blowing hot air. I mean, if I have time to blog about it, how bad can it really be? My life as a vegetable used to be done on the weekends only(as I worked during the week) up until the birth of our second daughter. I rememberly fondly the many weekends my husband and I enjoyed in which much television watching took place, maintaining one's hygiene was completely optional, and improving the ass-groove on our designated spots on the sectional were the only goals we had. We had the good fortune of having a laid-back firstborn who allowed us to indulge in this hedonistic lifestyle. Then Peaches came along, we moved, blah, blah, blah, and now we don't vege.

Perhaps it is because it is Monday. Perhaps it is because it is a COLD and wet day outside. Perhaps it was because I had to put 5 extra quilts on the bed last night because it was 43 degrees in our house and I just couldn't turn on the heat (it's not November yet!). At any rate, I have not been motivated to do anything beyond the necessary mommy stuff today like feeding and changing diapers. It is currently 3:00 in the afternoon and I am still in my pajamas (as are my kids who are currently napping--YAY!), I am still drinking coffee, I haven't brushed my teeth and I DON'T PLAN ON IT. By the grace of God, both children amused themselves at the same time this morning and I was able to actually watch 20 minutes of Ellen. Is it Christmas? Is it my Birthday?

Here's the problem. I have absolutely no business being this lazy today. I have lost my credit card. I put in the front pocket of my denim jacket Thursday afternoon after I got gas and headed to a doctor's appointment. I realized on Saturday that I lost the jacket. Since I go to so few places and there hasn't been a reason to wear a jacket until a few days ago, I thought it would be easy to retrace my steps. I was reasonably sure that I left it at the doctor's office. Unfortunately, I called them and they don't have it.

There is only one other place it could be. On Friday I took Baby Girl to her artwork class a few miles away at a church. I was certain that I didn't wear my jacket, but I may have. Unfortunately, Misfit Hausfrau is not in the driver's seat--Lazy Hausfrau is. If Misfit Hausfrau were in charge, she would be destroying the house from top to bottom, cleaning out both cars, checking under the deck and behind the barbeque grill for the credit card and jacket. And cursing the whole time. She would also drive the 50 mile round trip to the doctor's office because she wouldn't believe them and would have beat down the doors of the church until some poor sucker opened the door. Instead, Lazy Hausfrau can't seem to get her ass off the couch to do anything more than call the doctor's office and monitor the credit card account from the credit card website. I can't believe I am willing to risk identity theft and the tarnishing of our credit for the sake of lounging.

But here I sit. So, if you see a denim jacket lying around and happen to find a credit card in the front pocket, just email me--I'd sure appreciate it, as would my always fiscally responsible husband, whose head is going to explode when he learns that I still haven't found it.