I'd Have Sworn I Left It There...

Digging through everything once again, Celeste was stupified as to where she had left her personal navy blue leather organizer. She was sure she had left it on top of some student files she had been completing early that morning, right before she had had to run down to the stockroom for a moment to make sure they had enough cooking supplies for the next week or two.

"Euphemia?" Celeste said in a distracted and somewhat perplexed voice as she rummaged through her handbag. "Have you seen my organizer? It's navy blue... " she explained as she put her bag down next to her desk.

"I thought I left it on my desk..." she added as she lifted up a few papers and file folders, double-checking that she hadn't misplaced it.

"I am not sure," Celeste admitted to Euphemia as she put down the files she was holding and took a step back to stare at her desk. "Maybe I took it out when I was searching for my cell phone earlier," she said with a tiny frown, trying to remember if she had or not done exactly that.

"I guess it will turn up sooner or later," she sighed. "I just seem to be misplacing things a lot lately. Like my makeup bag. I thought I had lost it last week, and it turned up a few days later in my desk in the Cooking Lab," she explained.

"Obviously, I must have done a quick touch up before class and shoved it in my desk," she told Euphemia. To her it was the only reasonable explanation.

Celeste looked straight at Euphemia with an uncertain look when her assistant asked her if she had been feeling unwell. 'Had she been feeling off?' Now Celeste wondered. Things had been a little crazy lately with Ebviony, but nothing that she couldn't handle ... or so she assumed.

"No, not really. I mean, I have been a little stressed with final exams and a few family things," she admitted. "But I don't think I've been anymore stressed than normal," she confessed with a slight furrowing of her brow, unsure now of this.

"Well, besides the kids pulling me three different ways with their things," Celeste told Euphemia. "Ebvion wants to be slightly more independent. We had a discussion the other day about their babysitter and bringing friends over to play in their fae kingdom," she explained.

Celeste had told Euphemia in the past a little about her children and their needs and, what might be seen by others as their eccentricities. However, they were also things that had never bothered Celeste before - at least not to the extreme that she was so preoccupied that she was forgetting things.

Celeste could only nod at Euphemia's advice. Maybe she did need to rest a bit more, maybe unknowingly stress had started getting to her. It was all very possible. Heaven knows, at times she felt like she needed a vacation again.

"The usual, I guess," Celeste said in reply as she thought the things she kept in her organizer. "My class schedules, student meetings, tutorial sessions, appointments, my kids' timetables and their teachers..." she said as her voice slowly trailed off.

"Not anything too overly important," she conceded with a little sigh. "It's just a real hassle trying to remember everything so I write it down," she explained. It was a habit Celeste had had since she was a young teenager. Writing things down helped her keep everything from spells or recipes she was learning in order to doctors' appointments.