A Bill and a Ban

There was a dreadful occurrence at my house yesterday.  My husband beckoned me and solemnly showed me the results of my negligence.

THE LIBRARY BILL

He inquired whether I had paid it.  I hadn't even seen it so, "Um...no". 

My husband then kindly handed me the bill and didn't say a word after that.  He owed me a pass after my sweetness during his August driving miscalculation.

What I've learned: Apparently, if you mostly ignore the fact that a library book has gone missing, then the problem does not go away.   You will receive a bill for a ridiculous amount with a bluntly worded threat that your bill may be sent to collections.

Four books contributed to the crime, but here we have the main (over $20!) culprit.

"Duck on a Bike."

(not actual book, as actual book is missing)

I"m sure it's a phenomenal book.  I wouldn't know.  We never read it before its mysterious disappearance.

Last week I helped my kids shovel out their room in an attempt to locate the book--nothing.  Though I did find several missing shoes.

I actually have a specific place for library books.  We just haven't been using it!  I should have known the library was too risky right now.

So!  I'm implementing a self-imposed ban on the library until...

A.  My house is perfectly clean and organized.

B. My children become exceptional examples of put-backedness.

OR,

(the more likely option)

C.  A magical windfall of money falls from the sky.

Grumpy Grateful Mom Goal of the Day:  Pay the fine.