Today my wallet was stolen from my purse that was in the bottom of my cart while I was grocery shopping with my girls.
Oh, and my children were in the cart when it happened, too.
I think a professional procured my wallet (which was loaded with $3 million dollars) while I was browsing the fruit (as my cousin said, nothing good comes from buying veggies) in the produce department. By the time my cart was full, my kids were sufficiently whiny and the checkout lane was full with my yet-to-be-paid-for groceries the felons (as I assume they are) had already bought approximately $3,500 USD worth of stuff on my U.S. credit cards and had debited more than $1,000 USD out of my Mexican debit/peso account.
This, coming off of the week-of-hell, has put me either well close to or over the proverbial edge.
Rush of emotion.
Children being dragged with me.
Not being able to speak Spanish when I’m frustrated.
Debit cards were cancelled.
Credit cards were cancelled.
The event is over.
And I’m mad.
I hate that someone took my wallet from my cart while my daughters watched.
(Lila told me just moments after I began searching for my wallet to pay for our groceries that she saw a lady take it from my bag. Note to self: start teaching Lila to question adults. When Lila asked me why “that lady’ took my wallet, something that “was not hers” I told Lila several times, “She just made a wrong decision. A bad decision.”)
I’m annoyed that my working visa, that I’ve been waiting on for months and just got last week, was stolen.
I’m annoyed that my photo is on several cards in my wallet.
I’m annoyed about my medicine that was in that wallet.
But my little sister called me this afternoon while I was still burning with fury and she put it all into perspective and I listened to her because last week her house was robbed.
Her house was robbed. In broad daylight. The idiots took TVs, an iPad, momentos and more. Then came back a few days later and apparently had stolen a set of extra car keys and took DVD players out of her car.
And, she said she was angry all.last.week.
But it got her no where.
“Imagine how low a person has to be to physically rob someone, in broad daylight, in front of her young children.”
That crazy, idiotic person is fighting a hard battle.
So, yet again. My little sister has helped me gain perspective.
I have so much to be thankful for.
My children are fine. I can get a new visa. (UGGGGGGhhhhhhhh). I can get a new driver’s license in Ohio.
Let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
P.S. Looks like all of those word images I’ve been collecting on pinterest just came in handy.