Monday, July 25, 2016
Today I am grateful for colored pens. Why? Because it took four different colors to back-check the problems I had created in our checkbook! Four!
Also four (4) hours. Also at least four power outages, which is not that big of a deal if I’m writing because I have a laptop, but I needed to be on line to double check the account against the paper record. Then the power went out. Again and again and again and again. And each time I had to start over and re-boot. Sometimes not even getting close before it popped out again.
I don’t know what my problem is, but I’m starting to get concerned. For the last three months I have made some seriously stupid mistakes regarding paying bills and reconciling the checkbook. I’m beginning to wonder if it has something to do with the surgery I had. Anesthetic? I hope so, because then I know it will get better.
I had to call Himself in to help again today. It’s just too hard to keep my place, looking from computer screen to check register. What a nightmare. When we finally found the huge and very stupid mistake. . .in my handwriting (rats). . .I melted down, blubbering in complete hysterics!
“What is WRONG with me?” I blurbled. “I usually sit down and reconcile the checkbook in ten minutes with it sometimes being off only by pennies!” Still blubberbleing. “These last three months I’ve made mistakes (sob-snorting-here) every time I pay bills and more!” She’s lost it, folks. Maybe I just needed a good bawl in light of the political bantering. I don’t know, but I wasn’t done. “I must have the Alzheimers! What if I have the Alzheimers?” I was such a mess, poor Himself didn’t know if I was laughing or bawling. Both. I know how ridiculous I sounded.
Our checkbook ledger looks like an adult coloring book. Done by a two-year-old. Very pretty and colorful. We went back as far as the bank would let us and still aren’t sure why it was still a little off, even after we found two mistakes. Grrrrrrr. But I just couldn’t fret over it anymore. Just couldn’t! The book doesn’t match the bank on-line, so we went with on-line. Slash! Big green mark stating that was the end of the debacle.
Even a half an hour later I still wasn’t done melting down, so Himself says, “Boy, you are really coming unglued, today.” And he laughed. I did, too. I think. I can’t be sure because I was bawling too hard.