I Want To Scream!

A couple of weeks ago we went to Pine Cove and enjoyed a week of family camp. On Saturday, we left there and went into the town of Tyler to hang out before camping out at Tyler State Park in the RV. The next day we planned to take our girls to the Pine Cove Camps for their respective age levels. Because we were making a quick turnaround, we needed to wash clothes and repack them for camp. We stopped at a wash-a-teria and laundered all of our clothes, dryed them, and repacked.

A week ago, Bessie told me that was missing a pair of jeans. Last night, as I was packing, I thought it was weird that I couldn't find a favorite pair of khaki shorts. A little while later, it dawned on me that I couldn't find that drawstring extremely comfortable skirt. At that moment, a panic attack set in as I leafed through my closet furiously, looking for a few other pieces of my wardrobe. The agony seeped in as I slowly come to the realization that my clothes weren't in my home. I back peddled and realized that somehow, someway, our clothes had either been left at the laundromat or at the camp.

I called the laundromat this morning only to be told that the longest they would keep clothes is two weeks. We were there two weeks ago Saturday. I told the attendant this and she said that they didn't have any clothes right now....and that she had just thrown some clothes away yesterday. I asked her had the trash been picked up...Yea... you know what she said....

I called the camp and left a message, inquiring about the likelihood of our clothes being left there. I am trying to be hopeful but deep down...I know the truth.

My clothes are gone...some of my favorite pieces...I will never see them again...

I feel physically ill just even typing this post.

You have to understand that I HATE SHOPPING. And when I DO shop and find something that I like, I keep it FOREVER.

You have to understand that I don't really have many nice casual clothes. I have a heap of church clothes (read many old clothes from my office days gone by). I also have a lot of bum around clothes...but those cute, go-to-the-mall-and-be-seen clothes?...I just don't have many.

So to reduce my clothing items in such an insane way is sickening.

Is this just a fluke of life? Is there a lesson I'm supposed to be learning? Did I do something wrong?

OH, THE AGONY!....

And no...there is no great spiritual point that I'm going to make...no wonderful insight or lesson learned...

Right now...I'm just mad.