Lost Keys

For whatever reason, I lose my keys all the time. It's very frustrating because to save my life I have no recollection of where I last saw them. I'm flighty by nature, so it's not so surprising but it's extremely irritating for me, as well as my husband.

If I go to someone's house, I call out to everyone where I am putting my keys in hopes that someone will recall my voice. The main place that this happens seems to be my Nanas. Because when I walk in the door my mind goes blank. I've had as many as 10 people searching for my keys at one time. I went so far as to buy this little clip thing for my key chain, so that when I go somewhere I can just hook the keys to my bag, or whatever I happen to be carrying. I do not, however, hook my keys to clothing. I just can't pull the trigger on that. I also have one specific area, near my door where I leave my keys. Therefore, they are either on my bag, or in that spot. I made a vow never to spend another minute searching for my damn keys. Until Friday...

There was no school this past Friday, so my sweet nephew, Bradley spent the night. This meant that I did not sleep at all. In bed by 1am, up by 6am, and two redheads who dream of chasing rabbits and wrestling bears in bed with me. I woke up black, blue and exhausted Friday morning. At around 8am, I got my little Sam Sam who spends a couple of hours each morning with me, and his big sister because again, no school. So I had a house full of kids. I had tons of homework, my house was to be ready to go on the market tomorrow, it's not btw, and I was so tired I felt like I had stayed up all night doing shots of Chambord tea.

So Sam Sam's mom, Andy, came home, and she volunteered to take all the kids to the park so I could get caught up on some stuff. Since I have the "bus" that fits a ton of kids, I told her to take my car. The next day Jack woke up with strep throat (I know, right?) and I was getting ready to take him to the doctor, and I went to my spot to get my keys. They weren't there. I called and asked Andy where they were, and she said she had left them here. Bob and I looked all over for them, and she looked all over her belongings, but the keys were gone. It was one of those "my life would be perfect if only" moments.

OK, I only have one set of keys. I have another key, but it won't actually start the car, it will only open the doors. I know this is stupid, but I'm a very busy woman and unless I can't find my keys, it's not something I think about. Up until today we still couldn't find the keys anywhere. I called Andy and she looked again, we were all puzzled. She has strep throat now, and so she wasn't feeling like dealing with the lost keys, so I told her I would call tomorrow and get the dealer to take care of it. I was resigned that maybe the dog ate them or something.

She calls this evening, and my keys were at my Nanas. The one place that I always seem to lose them. When she left here, she went over there, and emptied her pockets, thus leaving my keys at Nanas. So I'm NOT crazy. And I didn't lose them! Andy did! My system is still in tact!

So you would think that my first duty for tomorrow would be to get up to the dealer and get another key, wouldn't you? But I won't. I know me. I won't. I won't even think of it again until I've lost the keys again. Plus, if I do that, then I won't be forced to look for my keys and I'll just be back to one set again anyway. Because not taking care of things like that until it's a problem is how I roll.