Go ahead Laugh At My Expense . . .
I have a bit of a problem. It seems I’m slowly but surely inheriting my mother’s family trait – an excellent ability to lose keys, wallets, sunglasses and phones. The worst for me is keys. It started getting bad when CrashGirl was born. I pretty much couldn’t make it out of the house without leaving at least one of the aforementioned items behind. As you can guess, leaving the keys at home was a killer.
I’ve been rescued by CrashHubby who has had to return from work to find me and CrashGirl on the doorstep more than a few times. I’ve had to seek refuge at other people’s places because as well as my keys, I had also misplaced my phone and couldn’t call my usual Knight in shining armour.
I’ve had to scratch around in the bottom of a nappy bag to get the bus fare home with a grumpy baby CrashGirl on a failed ‘shopping’ trip without my wallet. And then there was my recent attempt to shop at IKEA, again without my wallet. Hmm, sensing a trend here. Must write myself a note:
If you go shopping you usually need something to pay with. Supermarket shopping with two screaming children and without your card or any cash is a futile exercise and you’ll probably cry at the counter. Trust me, I know.
Then there’s the car keys. The older I get, the craftier those keys get. Lately they’ve taken to hiding right before I need to get out the door with the kids, like right now!!!! OK, it’s not them, it’s me. I just keep putting them down in random places.
Actually, it’s not just me. A couple of weeks ago the car keys (and all important alarm fob) went missing. Hubby has a spare key to my car, but without the alarm fob you can’t get in without setting off the alarm. After a day of searching I was getting desperate so I resorted to Google. Good old Google told me that I could disarm the alarm by turning the key in the door lock again after the alarm had gone off. Google lied and the whole damn neighbourhood heard about it. Again, and again and again.
So whilst my car was serenading the neighbours I tried some advice from one of my Kinder mum friends. Turn the key in the ignition 10 times. Nup. I just set the alarm off – again. CrashBoy thought this was all highly amusing. I did not, because I knew he had been playing with my keys while I was in the shower (I heard them), and he wasn’t very helpful about telling us where they were.
A day later I found them. In his little scooter backpack, stuffed in a bottom drawer. Little bugger.
Anyway, I’m slightly buoyed by the news that I’m not the only one who loses these things. A survey done in the UK reveals that people can spend 10 minutes every day looking for things – that’s 153 days over your lifetime searching for things like phones, keys, wallets etc. Here’s a list of items that are lost the most often.
Any of these repeat offenders for you? What do you lose the most often?
PS Next week I’ll share with you some of the ways I have tried to be better organised so this doesn’t happen so often. I really need to revisit them and put them back in place!