I feel 100% utterly incompetent.
I made it my mission this weekend (beginning Friday, since I had the day off) to create some sort of order out of my DH's files and my own paper pileup. As some of you know, he is in a nursing home and was not himself for several years when he was still at home. Even so, his files are in better shape than mine, given the face that at least half of my stuff was either in boxes or in files marked To Be Filed. I've had a lot to deal with in the past few years, and my paper handling went from bad to wretched.
I was motivated to really make a difference this weekend, and I kept at it all day Friday and Saturday. I made progress, but the kitchen counters were overflowing with files and "to be filed" when the phone rang around noon today. It was the police. Without going into a lot of detail, we'd had a theft here, and the officer needed a piece of paper of mine in order to facilitate making an arrest. I'm sure you know the rest of the story: I have NO CLUE where this piece of paper might be.
I'd lost it a couple of weeks ago, almost immediately after I acquired it. I've looked EVERYWHERE this afternoon. I've even sat quietly and envisioned the last time I saw it, trying to retrace my steps after that. NOTHING comes to mind. It's as though I had no steps! I feel like a drunk after a blackout. I'm completely out of ideas, and I know you can't find the paper for meÂI'm just here to confess my sins. I've always known lacked organization and was easily distracted, but I never thought I'd become such a complete airhead.
Slinking off to walk the dog...