A few weeks back, my friends and I met up at a bar in Arlington for a night of tater tots and fun. I had a few beverages and eventually came home (public transit FTW!). Interestingly enough, I kept playing with my wedding ring while at the bar. I was in a bit of a sad mood and was missing Mac more than normal. I get home around 2 am, take off my ring, and get ready for bed.
Around 5 am, Purrburger comes romping through my room (and closet) crying for breakfast. I do my standard yell at her to shut it because she gets breakfast at 7 am routine and drift back to sleep. When I actually wake up, I get ready like normal then go to put on my ring. It’s not there. Strange. I give a quick rummage through my nightstand and look on the floor because I’ve knocked my ring off my nightstand several times before. I make a mental note to look again when I get home from work.
Later that night, I start looking again. I decide to check in the bathroom (even in the trash) in the off chance I left it there. No dice. I borrow a flashlight from my mother-in-law and look a lot more intently. I pull out the drawers of my nightstand, dump them out, and can’t find anything. I look all around the floor and even in my bed frame and closet. I contemplate the possibility that the cat managed to eat it.
Panic and stress set it. How horrible of a wife am I to (1) lose my wedding ring and (2) lose it while my husband’s deployed.
My mother-in-law emptied my bathroom trash, so I go out to the dumpster, find the bag, and dump it in the driveway to have a second look. I change my sheets and move the mattress in case it came off while I was laying in bed. No ring. Desperate times call for desperate measures: I start sifting through cat poop daily. No ring.
I’m now coming to the realization [in a ghetto tone] it gone. Now, I’m thinking of how I’m going to tell my deployed husband I lost my wedding ring (in my defense, he lost his once then found it a few hours later). I look for it everyday. No ring.
Then, it happens. Two weeks later, I grab my dry-erase markers out of my nightstand to update my weekly schedule on Sunday night (like I do every week. This is the third time since my ring disappeared). The act of my grabbing my markers knocks over a bag of cough drops. I look down. My ring is sitting on the bottom of my nightstand. I was so happy I could have cried. Instead, I start laughing hysterically (literally, I felt on the verge of a nervous breakdown). I tell Mac the whole ordeal on Skype later that night. He is not amused.
Have any of y’all lost your rings? Where did you find them?
I haven’t lost either of my rings yet. But my husband went on a white water rafting trip a couple months after our wedding and lost his ring in the bottom of the river 🙁 lol
I have not lost my ring but I only ever take it off to shower or give the girls baths and I have a little thing I put them in when I do. When Mike was on his second deployment he lost his in the Guam jungle, he had everyone looking for it. They found it, thankfully. Now he has a tattoo on his finger to avoid that.
So glad you found yours though!
Oh my gosh- I would have FREAKED out!!! I’m so glad you found it though!
I’ve misplaced my rings twice but thankfully found them after a few days. Kyle lost his wedding ring in Haiti and we are pretty certain it has been melted down and turned into a tooth or something haha.
Oh gosh…I’ve never lost my rings (crosses fingers) but my hubs lost his in the ocean the month after we got married. Soo glad you found yours!!
Ha poor purr burger, being the suspect. GLAD YOU FOUND IT!!
OMG. I would have died! Especially because of the deployment guilt. The only time I ever take off my rings is when I’m touching meat. So no loss yet. Last week, I did crush a ring set that John got me while we were dating. I’m still pretty bummed about it even though it should be an easy fix.
Wow… I would have died!! There was one time I took my rings off and left them on the toaster oven (I was cooking at the time) and the hubby found them and decided to take them. I was so upset because I thought I lost them and I kept swearing up and down that I had left them on the toaster. He finally confessed that he had them, but he did let me freak out for a bit. It was a good lesson to learn that perhaps I shouldn’t just take my rings off and leave them anywhere.
I’m cracking UP! Poor Purrburger! He was innocent the whole time.
I’ve yet to really loose my ring, but my husband definitely has. To the point where we went out and bought a replacement ring. Of course, two days later he found the ring… in his jeans pocket! Thankfully we were still able to return the second ring, although I would have been happy to keep it just for the next time that I know is going to happen!