From my last post I'm sure you could tell that I've been in a little bit of a funk. Every evening I feel awful for my children because when I'm in a funk, I'm not the mommy they deserve. I've been trying really hard to get out of this mood I'm in. I thought for sure that Monday, the beginning of a new week, would be the opportunity to turn over a new leaf.
I got myself showered and dressed this morning with the intention of mailing our taxes out. However, I could tell that Sean was not going to give me the quiet time I needed to do a last look a them, and I certainly do not want the IRS coming after me. I decided to just mail them tomorrow when I bring Ryan to school.
I figured the boys needed a little excitement so I would take them out to the mall. Ryan loves going to the mall and begs me to take him there all the time. We've probably only been there 4 times during these past 9.5 months because I do not like shopping or going to the mall, and I really do not like it with two kids in tow.
After getting the boys both dressed, I went to grab my bag. I could not find my keys, and I vaguely remembered that when I had my hands full yesterday, I saw Sean walking off with my keys that he had taken out of my bag. And so began my search.
I searched high and low and in absurd places for over 2 hours. At this point, I was just aggravated, and the funk I'm in has already left me feeling overwhelmed. In complete frustration I began to shed tears. Sure I could spend the money to buy new keys, but that is the last thing I want to spend my time doing. I feel like I have enough on my plate already.
Finally in my last attempt at searching, I decided to dig through my kitchen trash can. I started filling another bag up with the trash I was pulling out. I was thinking this was a pointless task, but lo and behold at the very bottom of the trash bag I found my keys.
Today was trash day. I had emptied the kitchen trash yesterday afternoon. Thankfully I didn't empty it again this morning, or my keys would be inside a Waste Management garbage truck never to be found again. It's the little victories, I guess.
But this did nothing for helping me get out of the funk. Maybe tomorrow will be a better start.
5 comments:
YAY for finding your keys! I hate it when I lose things. I hope the funk leaves soon:)
Lucky you to have found them! What a pain that would be to have to get a new set of keys...and I'd always be wondering what happened to the old set, or who might have them? I have a hook on a rack that's almost immediately inside my back door. As soon as I step over the threshold, I can reach over and hang them up. It's high enough to be out of they way of little hands, too - not that I have any of those anymore!
*out of THE way of little hands!
Shelly has a hook like that but Sean is a little rascal!
I am so sorry that you have been having a hard time lately. Please know that you can always pick up the phone and call me. I will drop everything. We have been there.
I do hope that your week has gotten better!
I am very glad you were able to find your keys ;)
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