For now, it's the lite version, but that's just life. A woman came to our place to cook. And somehow…

For now, it's the lite version, but that's just life. A woman came to our place to cook. And somehow, I couldn't find my magnesium tablets. I bought a big pack last week; we took them with my son and are finishing up the last ones now. I thought, well, obvious enough. I told my husband, 'It's a small thing, but next time please grab something more substantial.' My husband has known me for more than a day or two 😅. He said, 'Check your bank app when you were at the pharmacy.' Well, I'm not an idiot; the purchase was last week, so I didn't bother checking who he thinks I am. He picked up the phone and checked himself—the purchase was in early October 😂🙈. Fine, okay, but there's still a lingering feeling. Especially since before this, I've lost my old Soviet spatula with a broken handle more than once, immediately knowing who it 'served'. Then I found it, of course))) This is all flowers; much of my paranoia has been with me since childhood. Strangers in the house are generally hard for me, but here exhaustion from cooking got the better of me. As for cleaning services, there's nothing to write about; I only call them in extreme cases. So many things were just 'taken'—it's a nightmare. They weren't shy about taking even peeling costume jewelry, yes, yes. But everything was still found 😂 Girls, do any of you have similar things, or is this my diagnosis?