That time I lost my wedding ring.

Yea not fun. I have almost officially lost my wedding ring. I say almost officially because I am still holding hope that it is not gone for good. I am heart broken and devastated, but at the same time thankful it is just the one.

I take my rings off sometimes at night because they have a tendency to bother me, and at times leave my skin very dry. I have always put them on the side table when they bother me at night and when I think about it I put them back on. Sometimes in the summer I would go to work without them on, but I rarely leave the house for anything else without them on. If I do, it is the first thing next to my earrings that I remember I have forgotten.

The other day we were running out the door and I remembered my rings. I went searching, and in a hurry only found my engagement ring. I put in on in a rush and figured I would remember to look for the other later. It was another two days before I remembered to look for the wedding ring. When I did, I sadly could not find it. We had company over at the time, so that evening I enlisted the help of the husband to see if he could have better luck. Still nothing. We then proceeded to tare the bedroom apart. Nothing.

The only other location we could guess was that it was in the garbage. They were sitting together on the beside table, the cat loves to knock everything and anything off of the bedside table, so there was a possibility that he had knocked them into the garbage. The issue was that the garbage was recently emptied and in the dumpster sitting outside ready to be picked up in the morning. Yes the dumpster, in that a huge bin full of garbage from everyone in the entire condo. I was in such a panicked disheveled state that I was completely willing to go dumpster diving at 11pm on a work night. I am however, extremely blessed to have such a wonderful and caring husband that he took one for the team and went through the dumpster on my behalf, while I just went through our own individual bags.

An hour later and about 8 bags of our own garbage found, I was exhausted, disgusted and frustrated. We had no luck. But at least we could rest assured that it most likely was not in the garbage, and at least we tried. So the search continues in that we are keeping our eyes open. I thought I would miss it a lot more than I do. I wear the one and have yet to be questioned about it, which honestly was my biggest fear.

So we keep frustratingly looking for the ring and praying that it turns up. Lesson learned I guess. When I take my rings off now, they either go in the tea cup in the bathroom with my earrings, or in the bedside table drawer. I wish I never had to learn the lesson that way however.