My keys were lost. And so was I.
After an extensive search, I called my husband to see if perhaps he had accidentally taken my keys. And as we replayed the events of the previous day we concluded that my oldest son used them last when he moved the car the afternoon before. So I called him. And texted him. While seething. Of course, he was in class and had no idea I was a prisoner in my own home. And head. But finally, mid-day after more looking, re-looking and obsessing over my keys, he got back to me. No, he didn't have them. Which only made me certain he didn't even look.
Which only made me more obsessed and more enraged.
And even though I was positive the keys were in his cargo shorts pocket, it didn't stop me from tearing the house apart. Looking in new more obscure places like the cleaning closet. I mean who would go in there? And old places I'd already looked about a hundred times. I kept telling myself to stop searching, but somehow that only fed my urgent need to find them even more. Until he came home from school and I was nearly in tears. Because by this time, I realized that the keys to the safe where our passports are kept are also on that ring. And I didn't want breaking into the safe and then replacing the safe on my to-do list. Among other things. Although my son assured me again, he did not have the keys, he did do a good faith search to help me find them. Which after about a half an hour, he did.
Now, I know what you're going to say, "Good god woman, you're a moron! They are right there on that hook on the side of the fridge." And yes, this is completely true and valid. However, I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT HOOK BEFORE IN MY LIFE! Neither had my son or my other son. Trust me, I did a full CIA interrogation. Until I called my husband again. He'd found the hook in the Halloween decorations the day before, but did not put my keys on it. Jade did because she thought it was the perfect place to store the keys.
RIGHT THERE IN PLAIN SIGHT!
My name is Marie and I'm a moron.