Thursday, February 21, 2008

All My Fault

Although I tried to think of every way it could possibly be Alex's fault that I couldn't find the car keys this morning, I couldn't come up with anything.

Last I remembered having them yesterday, I had been standing at Sam's bus stop holding them. Then I came home to a play date and no one else used the car or the keys after that.

This morning, with a house full of kids (most of them mine) that I had to get to school and a coffee date at ten, I completely couldn't find the keys. I could feel the minutes ticking away and knew that if Sam was late getting to drop off, I was going to have to unbuckle three extra kids to walk him into the office to sign him in late.

Determined not to be stupid, I checked pockets, bags, and all the other ridiculous places I tend to find keys after I lose them.

Usually it only takes three or four frantic minutes to find them, but today it took fifteen minutes and three or four frantic phone calls (three to try to blame the situation on Alex, and one to my playdate from yesterday to see if she had noticed where I put my keys down) before I found them.

In my purse.

(Although in my defense, it wasn't a purse I had used at all this week.)

Maybe it can be Alex's fault that we only have one set of keys.


  1. I always vote for blaming the spouse. Jason may not like it, but I feel better.


  2. I know what you mean it is my husband's fault when I misplace my brush

  3. I have three sets. IN case I lose one, and lose second while waiting to find the first.

  4. I'm so glad I'm not the only one with that immediate, irrational urge to blame the husband.

  5. Dang woman. You have gotta get better than that.

    I can ALWAYS find a way it is someone elses fault.

    If it was me I would say it was MPS's fault because: If he wasn't so God damn lazy I would have this house and my mind more organised, enabling me to find things more easily. And that freaking pair of shoes NOT PUT AWAY, and that crumb on the bench that he left totally distracted me from my task. And lets not get started on how he doesn't discipline the kids, leaving that to me and not being there to help me find the keys that I KNOW he hid in that bag just to make me frustrated and miss my coffee date cause it is a waste of money to buy coffee......

    See, and that is without trying.

    Nothing is ever your fault. Now repeat it after me and eat some chocolate.

  6. ha ha! Blaming the spouse is one of the reasons to get married, no?

    I used to have a friend who lost his keys every damn day. Then he'd run around like a nut screaming, 'F*CKSMYKEYS?'


  7. Well, I don't see how that's NOT Alex's fault.

    In some way. :)

  8. Ugh, car keys...I have major issues in this department!


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