the box too... I really dig that box
Okay, okay - I do pay more attention than THAT. I call obsessively, for instance. Last night he received a text while I stood in line at WalMart... telling him all about the loud alarms that had just filled the store when (I'm assuming) someone tried to smuggle a big screen TV out of the store underneath their tube top. Then I proceeded to text him about the family ahead of me in line... the pregnant mother currently puking into a trash can while waiting in line. I quickly found another (longer) line but my morbid curiosity forced me to notice that everyone else stayed in that short line... really, saving 3 minutes is worth that smell? (Confidential to that poor mother - ummm, honey - next time, rather than having someone hold your hair out of the way - make a beeline for the restroom... even if they put ALL your groceries back on the shelves and you have to re-shop... still a better place for puking)
M took the opportunity last night to crawl in and sleep in my bed last night. Normally this is an absolute No-no... but I caved... mostly because she came to give me a hug and a snuggle when I was reading a book and by the time I was at the end of the chapter she was asleep. Frankly, she's getting heavy. (yes, she does still weigh only 35 pounds... and yes that IS rather light for a 6 year old... but no, I still did not want to carry her to bed)
I didn't sleep so well. (this is where an audio clip of a sharp shocked intake of breath would go nicely... when are blogs going to get audio?)
I debated calling last night and canceling my morning walk/mental health therapy since ManOfTheHouse wouldn't be here... but I have older children and that is what they are for. Well, that and bringing in the groceries. For those of you with only younger children - what were you thinking?
When the alarm failed to go off this morning (umm, because I didn't SET the alarm because that is ManOfTheHouse's job and well, I forgot okay!) I freaked a little because I woke up a few minutes late. Thank goodness for internal alarms. In a flash (and like the superhero I like to pretend to be when nobody is watching) I ran about the house collecting my walking pants (oh shoot... where are those... forget it, these shorts are only a LITTLE dirty - I'll wash them when I get home) and my socks (actually, those were where they belonged) and my shoes (why oh why must my little girls wear my shoes around the house and leave them in two separate spots?), and bemoaning the fact that I did NOT get the dishes or the laundry or the weeding done yesterday - I went to grab my keys. My keys... hmmm. Keys... where are you keys? Oh forget it, I'll grab the spare set and find mine when I get home (after I wash these shorts) - of course, the spare set is right where they belo... crap... where did they go??? (Side note - just NOW 3 hours later, I remembered that I knocked them down yesterday while grabbing something else, argh)
The universe was clearly telling me that I needed to stay home this morning - I'm on load two of laundry - the weeds have all been pulled - the dishwasher just finished and is waiting for one of those older children to empty it - and as you just found out... I located the keys... both sets actually!
(update - while waiting for photos to upload - I found out that it was the mail key I knocked down yesterday - If anyone has seen a red clip attached to a big clunky black key, let me know)