Please see other thread here
Which is an attempt to solve the immediate issue. But actually, I am finding myself compeltely paralysed with rage about the whole bloody debacle lol!
I am at the office and I can't get anything done for thinking about all the places DH has not looked for my shoe.
So, to re-cap: I have swanky do after work today. I leave home in a such a rush this morning that I completly forget to bring with me my outfit for tonight.
DH is SAHD and it won't cost much for me to send a bike to pick up my outfit from home (cheaper than buying it again!) and so I am talking him through what I need putting in a bag over the phone when he announces he can't find one of my F'ing shoes.
That was at 9.30am this morning. He claims to have emptied out our entire wardrobe and every other conceivable hidey hole and still not found it. If I tell you that I spend all weekend looking for my slippers only to find them zipped up inside my washbag in the drawer under my bed on Sunday evening (DD had been playing "packing for my holiday" ), you will understand why I am so tamping mad about this. The missing shoe is obviously tantalisingly close at hand, but in a completely random place.
I bloody loved those shoes. They were my first pair of heels bought in nearly 4 years since I got pregnant with DD and my feet when up and entire size and I had to ebay my entire pre-children glitter, wedge, kitten, satin, and general posh going out shoe collection as they no longer fit and have never really had occasion to replace them. Until Christmas - and house of fraser had some crazy sale on and I had a voucher that got me another 20% off and I bought my magical killer shoes that induced much shoe envy.
And that's it. One sorry outing, and finally, only a matter of months later, another chance to dance into the wee small hours, but no. Some DC-who-shall-not-be-named has put one of them somewhere beyond the imagination of DH so I am shoeless and dressless in Seattle (well, London).
And I can't stop thinking about it, to the point where I've ended up posting a big long waffle like the rest of the world gives a shit
Sulking - off to buy pale, cheap, shadow of much loved shoes to wear to swanky do tonight in outfit that can now never quite be as great as it was
Do you think there are more important things to worry about in life?