So much to say and so little space on Facebook. ; )

Okay, so last night I was ready to go out and couldn't find my car keys. No big deal--I've got a spare set, I'll look for them "later". Later came at about 11:00 last night. I couldn't go to bed without looking for them--it was really bothering me. I remember exactly when I had had them last and what I was doing. It was Friday afternoon, around 1:00. I had just picked the twins up from their Halloween party at KK's (the baby sitter) and had taken them to trick or treat at "Mom's work". Because they were in their dinosaur costumes, I decided to take them through the McDonald's drive thru afterwards rather than going inside to avoid all the ooing and ahhing that I knew would occur if I took them in. When I get home and pull into the garage, the chaos begins. Both dinosaurs want their "Happy Meals" now! I spill the drinks in the floorboard and the music's too loud. Why is the music always too loud? I get the little "critters" out of their carseats, bring them in the house, strip off the most adorable costumes I've ever seen, set them up at the table and proceed to carry in all the "stuff". My kitchen countertop has disappeared--along with my keys I guess.

Knowing that they have to be here is the most frustrating thing of all. You'd think that might be comforting, but it's not. WHERE ARE THEY?! So, I looked until about 12:30 a.m. and decided I'd just look for them tomorrow--"after all, tomorrow is another day". Well, I couldn't look for them this morning because the Gospel Choir had two performances at two different churches--one in Lone Jack and one in Odessa and we had to get an early start. I'm really thankful that I had that going on this morning because it did take my mind off of the keys and my thoughts of how silly I felt about losing them.

So, I get home about 1:30 and start my new search for the keys. I look in every drawer in the kitchen, office and bedroom. I take every cushion off of all sofas, loveseats and chairs. I strip the bed of all linens and raise the mattress. I search under every stick of furniture. I went through the trash with rubber gloves on--TWICE!! I went through every pocket of all my jeans--I only wore one pair on Friday!! I looked through all of the dirty clothes and clothes in laundry baskets. I searched the diaper bag. I looked behind drapes, in the pantry, in plants, the bird cage, the fireplace, the closets and of course, the car. Everywhere in the car. They're no where to be found and now I'm crying. I am literally laying on the floor under the desk in the office crying like a baby. Here's where it gets good--scratch tha, this is where it gets bad! Angela calls to see what I'm doing. Well, I'm crying. She starts asking me if I've looked here, or there or wherever and I tell her yes--TWICE!! But she can't hear me--the desk phone has a bad connection--it has had for some time now. I hear Angela saying, "You might be talking Mom, but I can't hear you". This is very frustrating because I was already upset and I wanted to tell someone about it. She's still talking, but she can't hear me. I get so mad, that I actually try to pull the phone out of the wall. I can't do it. I knew it would feel good if I did, but I couldn't. I had to actually crawl under the desk (again) and disconnect the line from the power strip. Now I take this "good for nothing" phone out in the garage and I raise it over my head and throw it as hard as I can on the floor. Nothing. Not even a little chip. This really makes me mad. I pick it up and take it out in the drive way and I threw that thing harder than I ever thought I could throw anything. Success!! It shattered exactly as I had imagined. Ahhh....this felt good.

I leave the buttons, wires and receiver all laying out there and I came back in the house feeling much more in control of my life. I pick up the cordless phone to call Angela back. Nothing. Dead. No dial tone. "Oh it's crying time again...."

Why do we have days like this? What lesson am I suppose to be learning. Patience? Tolerance? Anger management? Just let me find my keys and I'll be fine...duh!

On a lighter note, Angela comes over and we decide to meet up with Ashli and the twins at Chilis and have a drink--a margarita of course. We had a nice meal, the twins were in rare form and I fogot about the keys for a while. And to top off this bizzaro day, Payton pees in the bushes in front of the restaurant. Yep...me and the girls are standing there talking and getting ready to get in our respective cars to leave when a lady comes up and says, "That little boy has his pants down". All three of us turn around, and there he stands, facing the restaurant, peeing on a bush--totally unaware of the people on the other side of the window trying to enjoy their meal.

Keys? Who needs keys? Laughter, that's what we need more of. ; )