I lost my damned ID again.

So recently, my mom and I took Shelbi to Arkansas to visit family and just to take a little vacation. While I was there, I was sure to take my drivers license everywhere with me. EVERYWHERE. Well, the 2nd day we arrived, I lost it. That's right, I lost it. Misplaced...whatever. So I couldn't buy cigarettes, or alcohol, and God forbid I be pulled over, I thought. So I tip-toed around while driving, praying that I wouldn't be stopped, and I eventually made it home. One never realizes just how valuable one of those are until one loses it. I needed it everytime I wanted to buy smokes, everytime I wanted to write a check, everytime I needed to pick up mail, a prize I won from a radio station; I needed that thing every time I went to the bathroom for goodness sakes. Well, Aunt Wendy finally found it and promised to mail it to me. THANK GOD FOR THAT!! So a few days went by, then a week, then a week and a half, (remember, I need my id at least 4 times each day now) then two weeks. Then, miracle of miracles, someone in my apt. building mentioned that he had this person's id to another of my neighbors, and it found it's way back. Halleluja. I have my id. So I made the promised rounds to the blessed souls who took my word that I was 21, and showed them my sacred id.

Then, 3 days ago...you guessed it. It's gone again. Forever this time?? Perhaps. And with it, my paycheck, and credit card. Oh, and the dog's collar are with them wherever they are. I swear, there is a black hole in my apartment, and some evil force is laughing hysterically right now at my frustration. Damn it.

On a different note.

I have decided to stop breastfeeding. I have successfully cut back to only feeding at night, (and a couple random times during the day if absolutely necessary. It's just that I had been getting blisters on my sore nipples, and if I kept up the insanity, it's quite possible that I would have no nipple left to feed any future babies that I might have. So, I'm "cutting the cord" so to speak. And Shelbi is being a trooper! She seems to be transitioning just fine. To all you breast-nazi's out there, I am still one of you, I just can't take the pain anymore. As I read somewhere, it feels like someone is taking my poor bare nipple, placing it between a marble slab and a stapler, and pounding the stapler down OVER AND OVER AND OVER. Torture I tell you. It's torture.

So here's to cutting the cord.