when i got home from work today, my mom gave me a big hug and then sat me down and said, “em, i think we need to have a talk about keys.” yes, a heart to heart was in order.
i noticed that my hot pink key chain with the house key wasn’t in the car while i was waiting for the boys’ bus to pull up, but i rationalized that i must have left it in my room, and it didn’t matter too much b/c their mom was home for the day anyway. but i realized that if i really had lost the key, i would need to confess tonight and ask for a new copy or i wouldn’t be able to let the kids in their house the next afternoon! so i herded the boys into karate, smiled sweetly and said “i’ll see you in an hour!” and bolted out the door. i practically tore my room in half searching for that key. it wasn’t in the corner where i’d dumped out my bag on saturday morning, it wasn’t in the pocket of my black vest, and it wasn’t in the milk crate of miscellanea in the closet.
i was practically crying when i called mom, and she told me to have william take a flashlight out to the car. i sent him out and started retracing all the steps i’ve taken since last wednesday. i was beginning to hyperventilate and feeling a little lightheaded when mom said, “is that william calling you?” he was standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding the key chain over his head. he had called my name and yelled “i found it” several times, and i didn’t even hear him. i dashed down the stairs and just flung my arms around him, taking him a little by surprise, while he continued to dangle the key above me.
he found it under the front seat, the very first place he looked, and i felt pretty ridiculous for racing all the way home and freaking everyone out. but i made it back to pick the kids up at karate with time to spare.
this fiasco follows close on the heels of me locking myself out of the car at the gym last week. but i won’t try to minimize. i have a full resume of key-related mishaps. between locking the keys in the car in the camp parking lot, in the gap parking lot, in the middle of hartford, in the parking lot at hamilton (thank goodness my room was unlocked) and numerous dorm room lockouts, i am so experienced. my mom actually keeps a copy of my taurus key in her purse at all times, ever ready to dash to my rescue. obviously, keys are not my thing.
quote of the day: “you should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes, it brought me back to life.” – john mayer
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