Okay. I definitely have ADD. Or at least some sort of focus issue. I am constantly bouncing from one thing to another and I want to do EVERYTHING. My ideas are constantly churning and I am fairly certain that if I had an awesome assistant, I would world renowned for my brilliance. Okay. Maybe not.
But today, I digress. After one of the most embarrassing and simultaneously hilarious moments in my life, I feel the need to share.
We have a recycling center here in Rockville, MD that gives out two dollar bills and fifty cent pieces. My dad, being in construction, often has the need to recycle large items and when he does he brings two dollar bills and fifty cent pieces to my kids. For the last (almost) five years Grace has been collecting these treasures. Every couple of weeks, my dad comes back from the recycling center with treasure and the kids “feed” their pigs.
A few weeks ago, right around the time Isabella was born, Grace started asking if we could count the money in the piggy banks. Since they just started learning about money in her Junior K class, I thought it was a great idea. So after a week or so, the kids came home to individual stations with plastic baggies, envelopes and their individual piggy bank (how organized of me!). It was great. For an hour and half, we dug every dollar and cent out of those pigs. We piled up the ones, the twos, the fives and the occasional ten from a birthday card.
Grace was very proud of herself because she had the most “paper.” After counting up all of the money, we tallied up over $500 in small bills (mostly twos… Thanks Papa!).
So I bound counted the money carefully and bound it up with a rubber band for ease of transportation and tucked it into an envelope with the total on it. Then I let it sit on my countertop for a week. Because I’m efficient like that.
Now comes the embarrassing part.
Today I decided it was the big day. I grabbed the baby and the envelope and hopped in the car to go to the bank. I pulled up, filled out my deposit slip and popped the cash into the drawer. And then the wind blew.
I won’t place blame (Madison) because I don’t know which of my darling children (Madison) was rooting around in the envelope of cash (Madison). Well, unbeknownst to me, the rubber band had been removed from my lovely stack of cash and, in an instant, two dollar bills were swirling around like a tornado.
I squeezed out of my car (because how far can you really get the door open in a bank drive thru) and began collecting the money.
It was hilarious. Stuff like this happens to me all the time. I swear I’m living The Truman Show and there were some idiots in their living room cracking up as I rushed around the drive thru picking up dollars as they danced in the rain. It was beautiful really. I kept apologizing to the woman at the window and attempting to direct the cars behind me into the other drive through lane, but still, I got the mandatory awkward stares and fist shaking that come with living and banking next to a retirement community. Some of my neighbors aren’t terribly patient.
You know how they say “we’ll laugh about this someday?” Well I laughed about it right there. Standing outside of my car in the cold rain with the wind blowing the two dollar bills my kids had so meticulously collected.
I laughed like an insane person and you know what? I found every single dollar.