One thing about blogs is that we bloggers tend to portray only our best selves to the world. I’m guilty of it too, we all are. Today, however, I make it a little more real here.
Sometime in the last twenty-four hours,
I misplaced my keys. I still haven’t found them, but that’s (hopefully) because I haven’t really looked for them. Luckily, we keep spare keys around for such occasions, so, after calling JR to confirm that we had a spare for the car I was planning to drive, I located it. Gabriel, Joshua, and I completed all of the errands in a relatively timely manner. Only when I returned home did I realize that, despite JR reminding me, and thinking of it myself more than once, I had managed to lock the boys and myself out of our house because I didn’t have my house key. I called JR, who didn’t answer because he was working. Since it was high time that I start dinner, I loaded the boys back in the car and drove to where JR works, so that I could borrow his house key. JR reminded me that: 1) He told me not to lock the door to our house (not helpful at this point in time), and 2) We keep a spare key in a hidden location. It’s been long enough since I needed the spare house key that I actually forgot that it existed. Sometimes it’s nice to be blessed with a memory that can forget things easily, but not today.
*I actually have a pretty good memory when I take the time/make the effort to commit something to memory. I just don’t do so as often as I should, especially when life is pulling me in multiple directions at the same time.