May 20, 2011
I Threw Away My Keys
Yesterday I threw away my keys. All of them: car, house, church, and a bunch that have been on my key chain forever and open things that I can't remember.
We had just arrived home after soccer practice. My kids were hungry and tired. One was complaining about what I was planning to make for dinner. Another announced that he had a book report due the next day and had no idea where his book was.
I decided that that was as good of time as any to clean out the car. What I found in the cup holders and underneath the seats was truly atrocious: homework pages from September, pieces of paper cups, 5000 pencils, several Matchbox cars, and my daughter's missing lunch box.
I was so irritated that I dumped everything in my arms into the trash can in the garage.
The next morning, I couldn't find my keys. I realized what I had done with them at a particularly unfortunate moment.
I ran outside in a state of harried panic just in time to see the garbage collectors dump the trash can into their truck and drive away.