Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Case of the Missing Keys

Here's a little snippet of my day (as I remember it)-

While driving in the car on the way to Mass this morning:

DH: "So what are you and the girls going to do while I meet with Fr. D? Are you going to take the car and take them home?"
Me: "I'm not sure. I was thinking about it..."
DH: "Are you thinking about waiting up at the church?"
Me: "I don't know... I couldn't find my keys." (quiet) "I mean, I guess I could take your keys..."
DH: (with a slight "tone") "That's just great! What will I do then?"
Me: "What do you mean?"
DH: "I was going to go by the post office and get the mail. And then I was thinking about walking home. How am I supposed to get in the house if you have the keys."
Me: "If I'm at home with the girls I could open the door and let you in."
DH: I specifically told you that your keys were on the table before we left." (You may be able to gather from this comment that I frequently lose/can't find/have my keys swiped by a toddler).
Me: "I looked there. I searched the house. Okay, well not quite searched, but I looked. You and Sadie were already getting in the car and it was getting late so I gave up... I looked on the table. I didn't hear you say that..."

A somewhat tense silence follows.

We arrive at Mass and go inside.

Halfway through Mass I see Paul feel something in his pocket and then reach into his pocket. A "look" passes across his face. The look might be described as "sheepish." He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out my keys.

Before that moment I was pretty stressed out. Maggie really wanted to chatter baby talk through Mass and Sadie was attempting to do this loud fake giggle and I was trying to keep both of them quiet while attempting to reserve some small piece of my attention for what was going on on the altar. When I saw the keys I felt a smile break out across my face. And when Paul whispered "sorry" with a smile sheepishly it was tough not to laugh. My mood lightened considerably. I'm not sure what was so funny (Paul might have thought I was having a nervous breakdown) but at least the missing keys weren't my fault!


  1. Well you got the gist of what happened down, but the dialogue is all wrong.

  2. I think it's because I'm trying to make you sound nicer than you were being at the time. :OP

  3. This kind of stuff happens to us all the time. The last Mass incident, I helped dh take ds#1 coat off, and he looked at me and said "I can DO it" of course 5 minutes later he looked sheepish said sorry and said thanks for helping.

  4. I know just how you feel. I've been having the kind of days where if my head wasn't connected to my shoulders I think I might misplace it.

  5. You just described my life. :) Kidding... the best is when my keys or the like are lost and I search and search only to ask my 3 year old, "Where are Mommy's ___?" She then, about 90% of the time goes right to them, grins real big and says, "Right here." I've learned to just ask her first.


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