Yesterday, I had to be sure about my wallet and so I cleaned the car. I did the front checking under all the seats and then started pulling apart the back. I did the baby's side first, resetting her shoulder straps into the top rung of the childseat because she's too big for the other settings by far and got all her toys and stuff out of the back. Then I went to Russell's side of the car.

I found my wallet. It was right next to Bear's seat.

D'OH!

I already have a duplicate license coming and I've cancelled all the cards, so now, here I am, waiting. Stupid and waiting. I can't believe it. Mike had told me he re-checked the car for me. I asked him about that, and he said,"Well, I didn't think to check the back seat."

grrf.