5 Sharp Lives: Where are the effing keys?

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Where are the effing keys?

Losing a pair of keys to him:

Throwing things
Slamming doors
Blaming the kids
Blaming me
Blaming the boogie man for coming in and taking them
Yelling
Turning the house upside down
Not cleaning up from turning the house upside down

Losing a pair of keys to me:

Throwing things
Slamming doors
Blaming the kids
Blaming him
NOT blaming the boogie man for coming in and taking them
Yelling
Cussing
My face turning red, losing my breath, and veins popping out of my head and neck
Turning the house upside down
Putting things back from turning the house upside down plus what the husband has turned upside down
Retracing my steps a million times in my head
Completely questioning and requestioning everything about the events leading up to losing them
Trying to talk myself into dreaming about where I may have left the keys
Praying for God to show me
Completely thinking I’m crazy. Losing my mind
Thinking about counseling because I can’t keep anything straight
Trying to scale back and write everything down so I don’t forget anything else
Going into a deep depression because I am getting old and the lines in my face, other no need to mention physical things are happening and losing my memory are showing themselves more and more each day.

You’d think it would get better when the hubs explains that the keys I actually touched were not the keys he was looking for at all and the keys he is looking for I never touched, but it doesn’t. I still feel like finding a corner, curling up, and crying.

It’s just a pair of effing keys!

I guess it isn’t only that. It is life; little kids, and marriage, and family drama, and school, school field trips, flag football, and football for my husband, and getting a new car, refinancing, allergies, sickness, my nursing days coming to an end, laundry, and folding laundry, and potty training, teething, buying diapers nonstop and thinking about formula, and getting rid of my piece of crap car, and losing mouth pieces and finding them and losing them again, etc. It’s life and right now it is wearing on me hard core. I’m trying. I’m trying to keep it in perspective, but a little break about now would really do me some good. It’s ok, you can laugh at my pity party. Hopefully one day SOON I will laugh at this too.

5 comments:

AnonymousOctober 4, 2011 at 4:12 PM
I am so sorry. Sounds like me looking for keys. I am losing my mind these days. I told Kenny to go ahead and turn me in to a nursing home. I always have to come back in the house 5 times before I can actually leave. I don't even want to tell you how many times I have had to turn around to get something I forgot. Praying for you mama and praying you get a break soon.
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Amanda@runninghoodOctober 4, 2011 at 5:27 PM
uggggh , I HATE losing my keys!!!
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Cookie’s MomOctober 4, 2011 at 6:04 PM
Oh nooooo. I would not laugh at you. You just described me, except that you have three kids to my one. We operate through challenge after challenge, we maintain our cool, but there's always going to be that last straw, the one we don't expect and don't have time to deal with. Go easy on yourself, yes? I know what you mean about a break - some days I would pay a total stranger $1000 just to watch my kid for one hour while I go down a sundae or something.

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January DawnOctober 4, 2011 at 8:22 PM
Oh I've been there. Many a time! And I only have 2 to worry about and they're not even in sports or school. Man. Life IS hard sometimes. Hang in there. And go easy on yourself! (btw - my husband and I are the same way when we lose shit. You are SO not alone.)
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Casey FreelandOctober 4, 2011 at 11:54 PM
I hate my effin keys. And they know it. So they hide. And I want to melt them into a belt buckle and hold my pants up with them.
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