(Don't choose this opportunity to tell me about that other mom you know who has five kids and several large dogs and homeschools and volunteers and exercises every single day and keeps an immaculate house and never loses anything ever. That won't help me find my camera charger or be a better mother. It'll just make me annoyed with you.)
At some point, the camera itself managed to disappear. I know it's in a tote bag, I just haven't bothered to sort through the ones I'm not using to find it because it can't take pictures at this point anyway. And I couldn't bring myself to spend what it would cost to buy a new charger. I was hoping that Hubby would buy me a new camera for Christmas. (I'd probably have my new camera now, but even when you have insurance and you're not at fault, car accidents are absolute hell on the family budget. There were no Christmas presents for the adults at our house this year.)
But I do have a camera in my purse again! Last week, Hubby asked what the camera case sitting on our headboard was (after I'd finally fessed up to losing my own charger and camera.) It's Teenage Daughter's old camera, the one she's been letting her brother use since she got the nifty new one...the camera that fell out of an arch when it slipped out of Teenage Daughter's pocket...
See the arrows? That little camera tumbled from the top one down the rock face to the bottom one. It takes a loooong time for a camera to fall that far as both mommy and daughter watch in horror. I hadn't made the climb with the rest of the family, so I was the one to go in search of the mangled pieces. The batteries fell out. Can you believe that was the only damage?
The camera still takes decent pictures. And it uses AA batteries, so there's no special charger for me to misplace. I knew that camera was in the house, so why did it take me so long to realize that it was the perfect solution to my own missing one?
Maybe I'll get a new camera next Christmas. They'll probably have new bells and whistles by then, right?