Thursday, May 13, 2010
Insight into my Insanity
You might think, well, you've got spare keys, so what's your problem? I had a spare van key. That would get me to work. It doesn't lock my house and it doesn't lock up the doors at night when I leave work. So, I secretly exited out the back sliding glass door (I didn't want any cat burglars seeing their easy entrance). At work, I had to grovel to borrow someone else's keys. I hate doing this because then it makes me look unorganized and completely scattered. I felt unorganized and completely scattered. Oh, well. Pride swallowed.
Tuesday: I again revisit my purse, all couches, under my children's bed, on their beds, under and over and through my bed, in all bookshelves....and anywhere else I could imagine to look. I even did a little cleaning hoping that would reward me the blessing of keys magically reappearing on the floor I had just picked up. It never happened. Day 2 of swallowing my pride at work. This time, there were questions and little lectures, "There are only 2 places I put my keys....." Let me just tell you, I had already gone through the wringer of self-loathing, saying...well, screaming to myself.."Why didn't you just hang up your keys where they are supposed to go?!! NEVER put them down in some random place because you KNOW you are going to lose them!!!" Yes, I was internally screaming and that can get pretty loud. I told my husband to offer a $1 reward to whoever could find them. Todd looked in our van. I'd already searched our car since that's that last place I remembered having them. Did I give them to the kids to unlock the door? Did I set them down somewhere so I could hand sweep the dirt that had fallen out of a mother's day flower pot? I DON'T REMEMBER?
So, I got home from work feeling dejected. I was going to have another day of searching for keys and have to report my keys officially gone. Then, inspiration struck me. I had unlocked the van to check something. I mentioned this to Chris and he headed out. He was gone over 5 minutes. The van isn't that big. Not a good sign. When he came in he said, "It's like checking off another room" (that we had searched thoroughly). Then I saw him walking down the hall.....with my keys. The stinker. After giving him his due lecture, he told me he had found them in the back seat. Well, I never got in the back seat. Turns out, Shem wanted to look for something in the van that he had lost. He grabbed my keys and the rest is history. Guess what?!! I'm not crazy. I'm not unorganized and scattered. Well...maybe I am, but not this time. I couldn't wait to get to work and tell them..."See, it wasn't my fault!" You see, when you're a parent, you always have someone to blame. I said I wasn't disorganized and scattered. I never said I was loyal.