On Sunday I lost my wallet. I remember having it on the couch Saturday night as I ordered something off the internet. I remember putting it back in my purse before going to bed. Or so I thought. Sunday after church I was checking out at the grocery store when I noticed my wallet missing. All day Monday I searched high and low for it. And the entire day was ruined. All I could think about was how I'd have to get 3 cards replaced and go to the DMV for a new drivers license. I tore through disgusting garbage bags, cleaned my bedroom, searched every room in between my couch and where I hang my purse. For the life of me I could not figure out where it went. I was short in temper with my kids and I snapped at my husband when he called me from work. I became a scary person. I decided to check with the church and then called the grocery store. As I was explaining my situation with the grocery store manger I noticed my wallet stacked in between the dvds by my TV. Unbelievable!! I quickly ended my conversation with the grocery store manager much to his confusion and thank the Lord! Phew. Crisis averted. However, the strain I put on my relationship with my family over a few pieces of plastic wasn't okay. I had a lot of calming down to do and I wish I had chosen joy despite the circumstance . Hopefully I learned something and will do better in the future?!