I was this close to a divorce this week all thanks to my car keys. And house keys. And my parents’ house keys. I lost em all. ALL. They completely evaporated, disappeared, vanished, kapoofed. I was in denial the first few days, convinced that my LadyP had unintentionally (or, intentionally) hidden them from me so I couldn’t leave the house anymore without her. (I’m officially IN the attachment phase of toddlerhood.) But denial is now over. They. Are. Missing. And I don’t think they’re coming back.
But it’s not my fault. Misplacing keys runs in my blood. I could tell you stories about how my dad had to case our whole house before finding his keys when I was a kid. My mom’s even had a few inexplicable instances with her own keys ending up in other people’s purses (don’t ask). Now I’m that parent. It drives my husband CRAZY. Not to mention, our keys consisted of a bunch of ridiculously-techie devices that are expensive to replace (computerized car keys, a remote alarm, the keyless access to my gym… not to mention an old BMW keychain that has more meaning to me than most of my keepsakes. I’m MOST upset about losing that one). I remember having them in the house a week ago… when I took the girls for a walk and then came back into the house. But that’s it. Gone. Hubby yelled at me. We argued. It’s over. I now can’t be trusted. Whatever. Let this be the most serious thing that happens to me this month. Life could be worse.
But I was pissed (still am actually). Being fabulous means keeping your head together in the midst of newborn+toddler chaos… obviously something I haven’t quite mastered yet. But I did learn that buying a $6 bunch of spider mums from the grocery store can do wonders for the look of your kitchen and boost your mood.
But I’m still confused by the mystery of the disappearance. It’s like I blacked out. Where could they possibly be???
WHAT’S THE MOST ABSENT-MINDED THING YOU’VE DONE?