Has anyone seen my credit card?

I keep loosing important pieces of my life. Don’t worry, I haven’t lost Liam…yet…but at the rate I’m going something like that, heaven forbid, may happen. Since becoming parents, Mike and I are undeniably living very busy lives. This is not an unusual situation, we are but one of many. We both work full time. He comes home from work around seven in the morning. We kiss, we hug, we chit-chat briefly before I rush off to do any and/or all of the above, run, walk dogs, pump boobs, shower, get ready for work, hopefully consume some sort of nutrition outside of the caffine/coffee food group. In the midst of all this there is a lot of a) tripping over canines b) yelling at canines c) yelling at spouses to make canines temporarily disappear d) whispered profanity (I already owe twelve bucks to the swear jar, this is getting serious) and of course, d) loosing/misplacing or simply not remembering were important items like keys, purse, shoes, mind have been placed in our ever-increasing disorderly household. Added to this are things like, forgetting to pay the visa bill…missing Liam’s doctor’s appointment, forgetting to buy a friend her wedding gift…you can kinda get the picture.

I really do try to stay organized. I swear, I really really do try to stay organized. Yesterday, I was starving. I wanted a real big plate of food, something any normal carnivore would drool over but after eight hours of work I was not prepared to cook such a meal myself so I decided to stop by Rib Crib on the way home. Good carnivore food. Large sweet tea, red meat, chicken…seasoned fries. Yum. I paid for the food. Somewhere between then and now, I have lost my credit card. Please, someone, help me keep track of the pieces of my life before I loose my mind.