The situation of the secret rookie mom
Yesterday my hubby woke up at the fracture of dawn as well as headed out for a run. scratch that. Dawn was not cracking; it was just dark out. having dedicated myself to 30 consecutive days of the 30-Day Shred, I made a decision that I as well would get out of bed before the youngsters awoke.
I went downstairs to initiate the abuse Jillian Michaels had in store for me as well as was shocked to see my hubby standing in the kitchen area with a elegant crocodile skin purse that doesn’t belong to me. “This handbag as well as this iphone were on the front steps,” he said, as he plugged the phone into our charger. “There are a lot of missed phone calls as well as texts, however the passcode is needed to get to them.”
My mind started racing. As the recent sufferer of purse theft, I understood exactly how crazy the lady who had these things need to have been feeling.
Ryan headed out for his run, leaving me in fee of the investigation. I dug into the handbag as well as discovered that the budget had money as well as credit score cards in place. The motorists permit exposed the owner to be a lady about my age, married (unless her parents believed that a long polish last name would be a charming middle name), as well as a citizen of San Francisco.
I was anxious for the handbag owner. If it was a poor person that had come between her as well as her purse, why didn’t he take her money? Why didn’t he take her phone?
The next thing I discovered in the handbag turned my mind in a different direction. It was a ziploc bag consisting of breast pads. I looked at the phone. The wallpaper picture was a guy in his 30s holding a newborn baby. I dug back into the wallet. I discovered a notification from an OBGYN that I utilized to go to in San Francisco before my baby-making days.
The sufferer was a new mom! My breasts virtually leaked with panic. I felt even a lot more driven to fix this secret as well as let this lady understand that her valuables were safe.
A rational next step when one becomes expecting in San Francisco is to step to Berkeley, where I live, so I ended up being hopeful that we may understand some people in common.
Armed with the name off the driver’s license, I hopped on Facebook as well as was dissatisfied to discover that she was not a user. I discovered one more person who was undoubtedly a relative, as well as sent him a message appealing that I was not weird as well as using my phone number.
My next step was LinkedIn. as well as there she was with 500+ contacts, one of whom I know. I sent our shared buddy an email. This buddy doesn’t have kids as well as it was 7.30 am on a Sunday, so I wasn’t sure when I would hear back from her. I was not able to send the handbag owner herself a message since LinkedIn would like me to have a premium account to do that.
I tried to keep the worst situation situation out of my head, however made a decision to phone call the authorities to report the purse. My husband, having returned home, verified that he was likewise anxious about an unmentionable situation where this lady has been separated not only from her handbag however likewise from the people depicted on her iPhone’s wallpaper.
The authorities (non-emergency number) stated they would swing by as well as pick up the purse. I did not ask them if they were likewise consumed with discovering this rookie mommy or if this was the very first they had heard of her.
Suddenly, the iphone recieved a text message. My hubby jotted down the number from which it was sent, grabbed the phone as well as called her, announcing gleefully “We have your purse!”
We motivated her to find get it before the authorities shown up as well as discovered that she had undoubtedly just recently transferred to Berkeley, as well as lived ideal down the street. She came over to retrieve her possessions within five minutes.
It turns out she had a infant two weeks back as well as in a moment of postpartum brain freeze, set her handbag down on our front steps as well as walked off without it.
What crazy error did you make in the early days of motherhood? (I left the front door of my home large open when I left the house. Repeatedly.)