Monday, January 25, 2010

Manic Monday

I like the song but not the feeling. I got very little sleep last night because Connor was very restless & woke up e.v.e.r.y. hour. I forgot I needed to get gas this morning so I was running a little behind. Then as I'm holding up my eyelids so I don't fall asleep as I'm walking into work, I realize Garrett's keys are in my purse. How did I do this again? For whatever reason (main reason is Garrett loses his keys all the time) we only have one copy of his Subaru key. Well, I was the last one to drive his car so I guess I just threw the keys in my purse when I was done driving it. I call him when I get to my desk & ask him to search for another copy (there have been other copies, they're just lost) they're nowhere to be found. I told him I am in no shape to drive another 45 minutes there and 45 minutes back to give him his keys. I'm practically crying at this point just from pure exhaustion (& the thought of another hour and a half of driving). Thankfully he has family illness time he can take. I guess your wife having mental distress counts.

4 comments:

creative side said...

I told Bob that his keys were his problem. I refused to take responsibility for them - it was not in the job description. Now he is ever so careful about keeping his needs in one and only one place. Occasionally I take the keys out of the trunk of the car for him, just to be a little bit of a nice wife. Good luck. Be firm.

creative side said...

Sorry Garrett. Keys to your car are your responsibility. I'm really a meanie about this. Bob and I both have sets of keys to both cars and baskets of our own. So, in the same statement I'm really sorry this happened to you guys. What an extremely stressful day. I wish I could have helped out.

creative side said...

Yep, it's the meanie aunt. I heard you!!!

Garrett said...

Uhhh...I haven't lost my keys in awhile, and this particular instance Natalie took them and never gave them back. Generally we swap keys that night, put them back where they were found (hanging up or on the counter.) This one was not my fault.