We returned from a FABULOUS vacation in southern California last Saturday.
We returned to a week full of work, school, meetings, crazy (predicted) winter weather, lots of mail, tax forms, and illness. It wasn't until yesterday when I ran into a wine store in DuPont Circle (to buy D some birthday wine) that I realized I didn't have my ID. Upon realizing my ID was not in my wallet, I assumed it was in the pocket of the jeans I wore home on the plane. When I got home I checked my jeans. My ID was not there.
This was yesterday. Thursday.
With C's illness and our lack of sleep, I didn't even think about my ID after checking my jeans.
That is until today... when a little white envelop arrived in the mail. It was from United Airlines at Washington Reagan National Airport. Turns out I left my ID either on our flight home or somewhere in the airport.
To whomever found my ID and mailed it back to me, thank you.
I am so grateful that I don't have to replace it and deal with the DMV.