Of Things Lost and Found...

This was a weekend of things gone missing.

Some were found. And some were not.

And a few things were stumbled upon that I didn't even know were gone. Like my everlovin' mind.

Lets go back.

Our main car, the family car, the one with the girls car seats, the necessary vehicle to transport this jangled mess of a family...has just one key. One. Ridiculousness in and of itself. We've been telling ourselves since we got the car that we needed to get another one made. But it's the kind with a microchip in it and they're expensive and we'll get around to it and blibbity blah.

To raise the stupidity stakes even more, the top loop of  The Key where it should attach to a key ring got broken somehow. So there it sits. A lone, detached, little key. Dutifully being passed around from me to my husband and back again, from purse to bag to counter top, a thousand miraculous times without being lost.

Until Friday. It disappeared. And I desperately wanted to get the girls out of the house and go somewhere.
Anywhere.
And in the witching hours between 10 and 1, when anything that's worth doing has already been done {in a 3 year old's mind at least} and the time until naps stretches out before me, as long and hot as a WalMart parking lot in the midday Carolina sun...that 'anywhere' was typically McDonald's. A DietCoke for momma and yogurt parfait for the smalls. A 15 minute drive, quick, but a break none the less.

And I couldn't. Find. The Key.

 I looked everywhere. Quite literally tore the house apart and put it back together again. Since it was not only my potential misplacement, but also the possible finding-and-hiding of said key by a sneaky toddler, there was no place too insane to look.{the freezer?? the toilets!??} And as I looked, I organized and cleaned each and every drawer, each closet, every toy basket...I figured I might as well get something good out of losing The Key.

I looked in the car, in the diaper bag (not once, not twice, but THREE times). I even became convinced that I might have somehow thrown it away, and I put on gloves, went outside, and picked through our giant trash can piece by piece in the middle of the driveway, all the while yelling through an open window to Charlotte "No, mommy is the only one who can play in the trash! Now stay inside and don't poop on the carpet!!" {we're potty training}

I'm known far and wide in my neighborhood as that classy girl, and I get invited to all the swanky get-together's and pool side parties.

False.

Long story short semi-medium in length, My husband came home, reached into the diaper bag (the one I checked THREE @!%#$'n times) and pulled out The Key. It had somehow become lodged in the corner of a bottomless pocket and hadn't fallen out despite my vigorous shaking and dumping out of all it's other contents.
Of course.

He probably mistook my blank silent stare as one of exhausted relief and undying gratitude so great in measure that it would surely lead to certain nocturnal enjoyments for him later on.

False.

So if you're still reading...I lost a key...and found a reason to clean.
 And I seriously haven't felt this organized since we moved into the house.

I also lost my job. It wasn't misplaced so much as it fell victim to the kind of tough times being felt by many in my boss' industry. He is honest and caring and terribly hardworking, and I love his family to bits. I hope the changes he's having to make will bring about new growth and success for them.

But friendlies, it's all ok.  There is lots of this...

and heaps of this...

So now is the time to start something that I've been wanting to do for the past 4 years. Building up, slowly, slowly to it. And I wasn't quite prepared to fully chase this particular dream yet, but it looks like I'm at the top of the high-dive people, and I've got to jump..ready or not.

I'll tell you more about it later, but it involves doing this...

By way of starting this...

Lost a key, found a better house.

Lost a job, found a better dream.

Life...Life is a twisty, crazy, messy type of thing isn't she?

{must be a she...it's beautiful and a bitch all at the same time}

See you on the flip side reader-roos.  xoxo - B.