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.