Where's my keys syndrome

Hello!


Good Friday people!


So it was one of those mornings again where there's a rat race and I'm not taking part of it... except perhaps in my head.

This morning everything was fine until was time to go and drop my oldest daughter to school. Like most days, it happened again: "where's my keys?". So my daughter starts school at at 9:05 and it's 9 AM. Today was one of those days where my wife couldn't find where she had left her keys, and it was bad because she actually asked for help from my daughter. Now my daughter is not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to looking for stuff, she couldn't find a $100 dollars in my wallet if her life depended on it. So it was another 4 minutes before my wife found the keys in the place she had asked my daughter where to look. It's always like this, the keys are always lost and they can never find them until the last second... even though in my head I'm always going about how she should leave them in one single spot like that she knows where they are. Today I even thought about getting her a key holder, you know the things you place on the walls so you can put your keys there? But I think I already did that once and the key holder went missing or was never put up, so xnay on the key holder... And just as I'm writing my post guess who comes back because they forgot something? Correcto, my wife! She forgot her trustworthy crocs... For those who don't know what crocs are, they are basically very comfortable shoes, sandals, footwear, that a company here in Québec has developed and they are extremely light... Well, my wife forgot her crocs and she came back for them. I remember when I used to work, I always put everything in specific places so that in the morning everything was ready for me and I just had to take a shower, have some breakfast and walk out the door. Then again, I think I suffer from OCD and Mr. perfect syndrome and therefore I am always right and the rest of the world isn't...

Take care folks!


PS when my wife came back she asked me what I was going to do, I told her I was about to blog... She said she didn't know where I got all my ideas from, I told her that if she had time on her hands she could write about a fly farting... I wasn't going to tell her it was about her or my daughters, that suicidal!