Thud! Did you hear that noise? That would be the "THUD" of the other shoe as in "waiting for the other shoe to drop". Last time I wrote about being happy and I was very happy at the time of the post. I'm not unhappy now, but it's only because I've survived a string of not-so-great things that have happened lately.
This week at work has been harried - I was supposed to do training at the client site on one of the products that I happen to work with but *URGH* I needed a patch to be installed to fix what wasn't working. Unfortunately, the patch broke something else which is NOT a huge surprise. So, training has been postponed until next week. So frustrating only because I was ready with my class material and had booked the room and the projector. By last Friday I was good and exhausted.
Saturday was my nephew's second birthday and neither of my boys had taken a nap by the time we went to the restaurant. I spent most of my time trying to make Nicholas happy and calm him down from being knocked over by a very large and stupid man who didn't even stop to see if Nicholas was okay. Trust me, the guy had to know that he knocked the little guy down because he was screaming so loud that people down the street probably heard him.
By the time Nicholas finally fell asleep in my arms, I was exhausted. I didn't get to eat any of the food and I barely spent any time with my family. David was acting like a world class jack-a$$ even causing the guests at the party to stop and whisper nervously. We finally decided to take Nicholas and Alexander home early, but by the time I got to the car I had lost my keys. How it's possible to lose ones keys somewhere between the chair in the front foyer and the front door is beyond me.
This morning, I was supposed to run a 5K Turkey Trot, but slept through the 8:30 start time. And, I must have been channeling my father because I used duct tape to make a handle on the remaining car key that I had. By 2:00 this afternoon, I had HAD it! I left for the grocery store and halfway there, the manager of the restaurant called and told me that they had found my keys.
Apparently, they were on the table in the room where another party was having a wedding reception. The same party where the guy who knocked my baby over was at. I must have dropped my keys in the front foyer and someone from the wedding reception picked them up. Common sense would tell you to hand them over to the hostess, but apparently the person had the same number of brain cells as the guy who knocked Nicholas over. Whoever picked them up set them on the table in the reception room and assumed that someone would pick them up.
I am hoping that finding my keys is a sign of better days to come. I'm exhausted and have a tough schedule ahead of me this coming week. Thank GOD it's a short week!
Eek. Sorry to hear about all the unfortunate events. It is very good news, though, that your keys were found!
I chuckled when I read, "I must have been channeling my father because I used duct tape to make a handle on the remaining car key that I had." My Dad is the same exact way!!
Posted by: Michelle | November 20, 2006 at 08:40 PM