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Today, I felt like this:

I was out to lunch at El Torrito and my kids were freaking out like mangy lunatics throwing their food and climbing on tables.

I picked up Harper after he refused to stop running around and dumping out the contents of his cup.

He wiggled and screamed, trying mightily to get away from me,

while Landon ripped open Splenda packets and poured them out onto the bench seat.

I could not get out of that restaurant soon enough, so I got ready to pay and realized they pretty much triple charged me, and I'm missing $50 from my wallet.

The first part is okay, because I have my card, but where is that $50?

I remembered leaving my purse on the stroller at the park yesterday,

and I wasn't watching it closely. 

I felt like a complete idiot.

I searched my purse again. 

Nothing.

Finally, I got the kids home, put them down for naps, burst into tears,
and searched like crazy for the money.

Again, nothing.

Fifty dollars may not seem like a big deal to some people,

but my husband's still a student and I'm no longer working. 

Plus, I just got a gym membership which I promised to pay for with my own money each month, 

and that money is g-o-n-e.

I started to think about what kind of 

rotten thief would steal money from a mother of two terrible adorable children?

That's when I started to feel like this:

like throwing myself on the ground and giving up.

After the most dramatic 30 minutes of my life . . . 

I remembered the money was in my camera bag.

And then, I really felt like an idiot.

But a grateful idiot.

So, am I the only one who has lost something, then became completely convinced that it was stolen, only to find it a few minutes later? (this same situation may have happened to me before today... okay, like five times)