I could give you countless examples of times I have lost my keys and put myself in very desperate situations indeed!
The first year Mr Bird and I were married I must have done it about 100 times. It got to the point that I became worried he'd leave me if I couldn't keep tract of those things so he did not have to keep rescuing me.
I thought how on earth can I have babies and be expected to keep track of them and all the "stuff" that goes with them if I can't even keep track of my keys. It was a really big problem.
With a lot of practice I became more disciplined about keeping a tight rein on my keys. They found a home in my purse where I put them everyday so I would not have to hunt them down.
For the most part I have done well over the past few years keeping track of them. I have been proud of myself.
You can imagine my delight when one day about a year and a half ago Mr Bird comes to me and says, "Have you seen my keys, I've looked everywhere and I cannot find them."
Finally the tables were turned, it was his turn to go insane looking for his keys, to be frustrated not knowing where they were. Maybe now he'd understand the pain I had every time I lost my keys.
Time passed and his keys never turned up. We finally bit the bullet and had another set made and we all lived happily ever after.
Until last week that is. I was going through all my pre-pregnancy clothes trying to determine what still fits and what I need to get rid of. I came across a pair of carpi's that I only wore a handful of times, I just never really liked the way they fit.
As I was trying them on I felt something in the pocket, something heavy-ish. My first thought is Quarters! I love finding missing money.
But alas, It was Mr Birds keys that were lost so very long ago!
It's no wonder he could not find them, he left them in my pants, DUH!