Monday started out rough and ended even rougher. I woke up feeling anxiety about funds missing from my account and was anxious to resolve it. I rushed to work without my coffee (and I need that coffee) so that I could sit down and look at my transaction history to figure out what is going on.  I get to work and am on the phone with the credit card company for 30+ minutes with them seeing the same things I’m seeing but no other answers. So they suggest calling Amazon. Call Amazon and I’m on the phone for over an hour trying to understand what they are saying but the accent is so strong I can’t hardly understand. My patience was wearing thin. I finally decide that the funds will work themselves out as things are shipped and preauhorizations are released.

I, myself bring about a bad day. It’s like once I start with a bad day I continue with it…burdening myself with unnecessary stresses. So then I start stressing finances again, then the wedding, then the long list of things I need to get done this week. I find myself sinking in a bad day pool that I threw myself into.

I get home and right away start dinner. I’m attempting paleo chicken meatballs so I take my ring off and set it by the sink. Why I did that, I don’t know but just saying it outloud makes me sick. Now I go back to cooking and I’m really engaged in the cooking. I don’t want to screw up my dinner because I’m starving. So I’m concentrated on it and I’m trying to rush and get it all done. Most the time Benson is on my hip and I’m cooking with one hand and trying to make sure  he doesn’t try and touch raw chicken or drink the olive oil.

I get dinner finished up and move it to the table. I grab some Lysol wipes and wipe down the counter. Put everything away. Enjoy a nice too well done chicken meal. Anthony goes to clean up the dishes and tries to run the disposal. Clink clink clink. Then humming noises. Okay. The garbage disposal isn’t working. I just wave it over like whatever, I’m tired and don’t care.

Another hour or so goes by and I’m busy spray tanning a friend, rocking the baby back to sleep and suddenly I panic. Where is my ring. Run out of Bensons room and see that it’s not where I left it. Oh my god. My ring. I start searching the trash can thinking I wiped it up and threw it away. Nope. Not there. Anthony knows it’s in the disposal but is so silently angry he’s not helpful. So I call my dad to hopefully save the day. He takes the disposal apart and its lodged in there. Crushed. Completely crushed missing half of the band, two small diamonds, and the large diamond is missing. Anthony flushes out the disposal into our bathtub and we find the large diamond. Thank God. I literally thought I might pass out. I was devastated. My ring had been eaten by the garbage disposal.

Obviously it was not intentional. I don’t know why I set it there. Why I didn’t notice it as I wiped the counters down. Why I didn’t think about it sooner. I mean I can question it forever but it won’t change anything. I feel sick about it but it could have been worse. Not much….but it could always be worse.

We filed an insurance claim and right now my destroyed ring is sitting in a ziplock bag waiting to be repaired. My ring finger is empty and my heart is weary. It’s 3:16am on Tuesday and my stomach is still turning at the events of my Monday. It’s now 8am and I decided to start my day with some positivity.

I welcome you Tuesday.