Keys

Have you ever just sat and thought about keys?

OK, Maybe I'm the only one, maybe I'm just really weird. They really are thought provoking little buggers.

When you have your keys everything goes well. You hop in your car and just go about doing what you want to do, without really thinking about those little things hanging from the ignition. Alas, if it were not for those little things you would not be going anywhere!

You'd be stuck, marooned, stranded, possibly in a very desperate situation.

You'd be kicking yourself, racking your little brain trying to figure out where on earth you left them.

When you have them you unlock your door and just go in the house.

Without them you bang on the door to no avail, it will not budge without those tiny magic keys.

You feel so close, if only you could just get past that pesky door, you feel trapped outside.

FRUSTRATION SETS IN!

When you have them you take them for granted.

When you don't you could go insane thinking about where they are and where you need to be in 10 minutes and how you could be there by now if it were not for those pesky lost keys!

What, am I the only one that has ever lost her keys?

Well, then you'll just have to trust me because heaven knows I have lost my keys enough in my ever so short lifetime to make up for all of my loyal readers!

Ask anyone who knows me, I am just a tad bit absent minded. Just today I got in the car all ready to go to church but left the baby snoozing away in the house. The rest of the family was in the car waiting for me. I hopped in and Mr Bird just looked at me. I said, "What are you waiting for, let's go."

He said, "What about Baby Cakes?"

Oh ya, minor detail!

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!