The Art of Losing Things: All keyed up

This time, I really thought I was losing my mind. I came home from doing the gymnastics run and wound up running a bit later than I anticipated. So, by the time I got home, dinner was already supposed to be cooking because of course, the natives were starving! Groceries were put away, and various bags and parcels were ferried back into the house. A friend dropped in and offered help with bags and cleaning and dinner prep. This was working well.

I settled in for an evening after dinner that involved movies, chocolate cookies, and banana bread sampling courtesy of our local foodie. The orange one was the best. What didn't happen was that I did not under any circumstances leave the house. Honestly, I didn't go anywhere.

Morning arrived and I actually awoke in a great mood. Little did I know that it was about to go sour fast. You see, the one thing that personally drives me mental very quickly is losing my keys. Admittedly, I am not as careful with them as I should be and often drop them on the counter or shove them into a random coat pocket. Occasionally, they even make their way into my purse. Imagine my dismay as I go to retrieve the keys in order to drive the children to church. I couldn't find them anywhere. Nor could anyone else. I do also not appreciate lateness so using the sparest set of keys, the van was loaded and off we went. Logically, they had to be in the house somewhere so I managed to calm down and let the key issue go.

Lunch was had out, and church happened rather smoothly so back at home, I returned to the quest of the missing keys. Text messages were sent to others that had been in the house and I systematically searched the van and the house. Everyone I could think of was asked to help and I got more and more incensed with non helpful tips as to where to look. The problem being was that I was sure I hadn't taken them anywhere other than the usual drop zone.

Then I rememebered that we had had a two year old with us in the evening for a bit. Where would she put keys if they had indeed been tossed on the floor. Well, that line of thinking didn't work but when I called my friend to ask. She thought some more on her own account and started to giggle...almost snort really...you know the really "oh my goodness, I can't believe,  but how could it be, but yes those are not my keys giggle". In the process of snagging her belongings from the house, cake pans and other dishes, she also snagged her keys from the counter.

Twice.

She only needed one set of keys to get home.

While apologies have been issued and a dinner was served...the stress of losing my keys has reminded me how much I loathe losing my keys...or anything really. I really hate looking for things, especially things that obviously in retrospect had managed to leave the house without me. Klepto Key Karma is to be avoided at all costs.

At least I wasn't losing my mind after all. That is a good thing right?