keys
If I had a dime for everytime I’ve forgotten, lost, or misplaced my keys, I’d at least be able to buy a mocha….a vente, no doubt.
It happened yet again today. I was going to go get the mail from our locked box across the street, went to my purse…no keys. No panic yet. Counter? No. Coat pockets? No. Top of the microwave? No. Uh-oh. Drawers around the places I might place them that they could have fallen into. No.
The brain quickly attempts to retrace my steps. I checked the mail Friday in the late afternoon. I did go out Saturday evening to the grocery store, but I didn’t check for my keys since Matt would be home. I kept my purse under my arm the whole time, so I wouldn’t have dropped them at the grocery store. Yes, I’ve done it. Multiple times. What is worse are the times — yes, plural — I’ve dropped the checkbook from my purse in the middle of WinCo. Since then, I keep my purse around my shoulder and under my arm. It hasn’t happened since.
So, the keys have to be in the house, right? I look under cushions, under chairs. I move the couch and the chest. I find a lot of small toys, but no keys. I pick up the boy’s floor and do a sweep of the office. Nothing. Now I figure that at some moment while unsupervised Jaeger got a hold of them because I didn’t put them in a good spot and he found a clever place for them. I check toy boxes and places I remember him getting into over the weekend. Nothing. I panic. My last thought is that he tossed them into the garbage and I’m going to have to paw through the large dumpster outside. Yuck. I tidy up the laundry room, moving everything. Nothing.
I go to check my purse one more time, again dumping it all out. Nothing. I check the zippered cash compartment that the keys can’t even fit into. Of course they aren’t there. Nope, not in the key compartment they should be in, of course not. Ugh, what am I going to do now? I roll my eyes. I open the cell phone compartment.
Yup, there they are.
This is one instance that calls for that little rolling-eyes emoticon. Nothing else really fits.
Glad you found them! That’s one of those moments – relieved to find what you were looking for, but angry that it was so easy…
Oh my poor girl, lol! I did the same thing just the other day, only not quite so long and panicky. Yep, they were in my purse, just not the usual spot. :D
Hehehe…I’ve done that….
You weren’t even on your way to MY house!
Samantha: I know! As I was moving the couch I wondered if maybe I would find that set of Expedition keys, but no….they are still lost. :)