Wednesday morning started out like any other morning... coffee, shower, Dora the Explorer, breakfast for me & the kiddos, load up the car for swim lessons. Except that by the time I loaded up the kids and the towels and the swim suits and the stroller and the Diet Coke and everything else, I couldn't find my car keys. Sort of a problem, considering they are usually attached by a clippie to my house keys, which were staring at me in my hand.
Let me explain how much I detest losing my keys. I do not think there is anything more frustrating in this life than that. After all, there are only so many places they could be! It's about 10 feet from my car to my concrete bunker. Add in about 3 feet of hallway, and there's only about 13 feet of space. And they simply weren't anywhere within those 13 feet. And, P.S., how did they get separated from my clippie in the first place?!?
Whatever. I decided to worry about it later since my kids were baking in the million degree sun. I ran to the hallway to grab my spare keys. They were inside my calendar-hanging-thingy. I reach in, feel for the keys, pull them out, and...what the....?!?! My hand was BLUE. As in BLUE INK. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from, so I kept passing the keys back and forth from hand to hand, spreading more and more BLUE INK, which the keys were covered in. Pretty soon both hands were covered in BLUE INK!!!
Ummm.... okay... obviously some cleaning of the hands and keys was necessary but the kids were already strapped into the car seats. They were within sight range but I had to get them out of the car because this was clearly going to take awhile! So I un-load the car, the kids, etc, ever so delicately so as to not spread the blue ink any further than necessary. I was proud of myself for not cursing yet.
Wyatt's favorite word right now is "Why?" So here went our conversation:
M: C'mon, we gotta go back in for a second
W: Why, mommy?
M: I got some ink all over my keys
W: Why, mommy?
M: I don't know, there was just ink on them and I can't find my other keys
W: Why, mommy?
M: Because I lost them...
W: Why, mommy?
M: I don't know, do you know anything about where they might be?
W: NOPE! [Ear-to-ear GRIN]
M: Mmmm hmmm....
Ahhhhh..... life with a 3-year old.... !!! Anyway, I got the keys relatively clean, but my hand is still sort of blue two days later. Oh, and guess where I found the car keys............................in Olivia's car seat carrier! She had been sitting on them the entire time! Believe me, the irony was not lost on me. Oh well, at least now I know the secret to getting off ink! Alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. The rubbing kind, not the drinking kind... although I was tempted, believe me :)
3 comments:
Always an adventure!!
SO.....where did the blue ink come from? You left us in suspense.
Apparently a blue pen had exploded inside the bottom of the calendar holder thingy and it was on/next to my spare keys... it's all over in there just waiting to be cleaned out. Sweet. ;)
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