I left my laptop in a shopping trolley

Do you ever have those days that you just wish you could start all over again? Kind of like that awful movie Groundhog Day where if the day hasn’t turned out the way you wanted it to (or in my opinion SHOULD have turned out), you could just hit ‘restart’. Today was most definitely one of those days.

 It started at 1am when some stupid fool in our street decided to turn in our (extremely short) driveway then reversed into the telephone pole on the other side of the street. I leaped out of bed like an Olympic highjumper fearful that said fool had hit our garage door (trust me this is a MASSIVE issue, the last time one of our neighbours did it, we had to use a makeshift security system on the door (a very high tech block of wood)  for 2 months until it got fixed). After performing a deft Mrs Mangle, I took note of the license plate just in case and dragged myself back to bed. (On a side note, who on earth gets picked up by their friends at 1am? He’s in his late teens but still!)

I then spent the next hour trying to organise the next day in my head. Things to fit in – gym, drop kids at daycare, sort out the Weight Watchers stuff that I joined that night so I actually knew what I was allowed to eat for the day (yep, that’s a whole other story), figure out when/how to pick up my laptop from work which I’d left there the day before, finish 5 skirts that I’m sewing, organise someone to collaborate with for the Collaborate for a Cause auction, fit in a day’s work – oh and did I mention that my husband wants to bid at an auction for a house on Saturday and we have NOTHING organised? Crazy times.

Needless to say there wasn’t much sleep happening so I crawled out of bed in the dark at 5.15am and took myself off to the gym. Excellent. Yay for me. Got home, chaos. I love my husband but I think he kind of freaks out at the thought of having to get two kids ready in the morning by himself (the poor love).

Eventually got the kids off to daycare only to realise when I opened their backpacks that I’d forgotten to pack some of their lunch, sigh. Went into work to pick up the hero of my story, my laptop and then went to Coles to get some Weetbix because apparently I’d been derelict in my shopping duties and there were none left (as I was rudely informed upon my return from the gym).

 

On my way home and I get a call from one of the girls at work to say that some lady had just called her to say that she’d found a laptop in a shopping trolley that may or may not belong to someone named ‘Nicola’. She’d found me through an email I’d printed and put in the laptop case that had my colleague’s details on it. I might just have to fess up here that at this point I still had not realised that I’d lost the darned thing. So fortunately I saved myself the panic attack that would normally have occurred. So another trip in the car (with the Weight Watchers ice-creams melting in the back) to pick up the laptop from Coles. And I was set. Oh no hang on, I still had to go back to daycare to take the lunches in that I’d forgotten earlier. By 11.30am I’d finally had some breakfast and a shower and was sitting down to work. Not exactly the epitome of efficiency.

All day I just kept thinking “How freakin’ stupid can one person be, leaving a laptop in a shopping trolley – AND NOT EVEN NOTICE THAT IT WAS MISSING?” I even pushed the trolley into the trolley bay and didn’t notice the glaringly obvious black bag against the tarnished and chewing gum covered silver of the trolley. Groan.

Needless to say this long weekend will be long on work and not on weekend for me as I attempt to catch up. Double groan. But at least there's heaps of Weetbix!

Blimmin’ laptop in a shopping trolley. Stop. Rewind please.