Time Consuming Losses

It must be old age – so many of my friends complain of the same ailment.  You’re right on schedule and ready to go out the door,   BUT you can’t find:  (take your pick)  

        * car keys 


        *sun glasses

        *cell phone

        *map and directions

And the search begins.  Obviously they’re not where they belong or you wouldn’t be going through this frustrating search.  So you try the next obvious place without success.  Where/when was the last time you used them?  What were you wearing?  A thorough inspection of every jacket, skirt, coat, and pair of slacks turns up nothing.  Now a slight bit of panic starts to creep in – but you’re not ready to give in.  After all, you built  a five minute emergency contingency into your schedule.

So sit down, take a deep breath and THINK!   Can you just forget the search and go without the lost item?  Not if it’s the car keys or your glasses.  Do you call and make apologies?  No – the phone number is on the paper with the directions.   Suddenly you realize that five minute bonus has expired and panic sets in full blast.  You  glance  around and the house looks like the aftermath of a drug raid.

It’s time to take another deep breath and begin the search again – this time more slowly and methodically.  Start with the purse – there are your keys,   It’s almost dark so don’t worry about the sun glasses; and yes, here’s the map and directions – which are useless without your glasses.  In utter frustration, you run your fingers through your hair . . . uh-oh!  There are the glasses, perched on top of your head!

Decision  time!  Do you call and cancel or do you make an attempt and blame your tardiness on traffic?  You choose the latter and as you traverse the strange roads, you berate yourself for the time wasted.  You must get more organized.

And then you draw comfort from remembering that most of your friends can tell of the same experiences.


I hate being late, but I am, frequently. Usually because I can’t find something I need. One of the worst offenders is the matching earring. So I spent 2 hours recently re-organizing my jewelry chest. We’ll see how long that lasts. The next item is my cell phone. Sometimes it can be located by calling it from the house phone – provided the battery is properly charged. But recently, after trying everything else, I went to my neighbor’s house, and asked permission to look in the back seat of her van because I remembered that my purse had upset on the way home from the restaurant the night before. Sure enough, there it was. My husbands’s glasses are another problem. But I have almost conquered that. When I get up in the morning I look for wherever he may have left them the night before and place them with the morning paper on his place mat at the kitchen table. They are his responsibility the rest of the day.
Do you suffer from this syndrome? Is there a treatment or a cure? I don’t think “sticky notes” are the answer – I’d soon have my whole house papered with them.
Of course, organization is the perfect answer, (a place for everything and everything in its place) but I think I received a flawed gene in that department when I was assembled. My last resort is to build in a longer “emergency contingency” when preparing to go out.
Happy Hunting!



  1. Holly Crawford said,

    November 9, 2013 at 1:13 am

    Age might attribute to it but i blame it on everyone else…”who moved my shoes” “i left my phone right here, who took it” “i didn’t drive the car last” “i laid the remote on the table, who watched tv after me?” …it is NEVER my own fault. I love living in denial. 🙂

  2. nannydavis said,

    November 9, 2013 at 12:56 pm

    You have so many people coming and going – it’s easy to place blame on someone else. But I don’t have that excuse. Thanks for following and commenting!

  3. Pat G. said,

    November 9, 2013 at 2:46 pm

    Jack has a habit of saying to me..”Now don’t let me forget….” I refuse this responsibility saying that I have enough trouble remembering my own “stuff”.

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