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Well my Monday has been a crazy one.
I woke up same time as usual, finding myself very tired with a sore throat.
I was not really looking forward to the day ahead.
Then I had to wake the kids a little earlier than their usual waking time.
That was interesting. Miss 8 was good,
she was excited about having the key to the house.
Master 5 was not keen. He hid under the doona,
and refused to get out until I told him he would
have to go to his Nana's in his PJ's. That got him moving.
After dropping them off at the respective points, I headed into the office.
It was busier than usual on the roads due to the earlier departure.
I still managed to get into the office on time, but I was annoyed the Early Bird parking fee had increased!
The first workshop went well, and ended earlier than planned.
This gave me the opportunity to pick up Master 5.
The soon-to-be-ex-mother-in-law (x-m-i-l) picked up Miss 8 from school,
which was a great help to me.
Plus it gave Miss 8 the opportunity to use the "spare" key.
When we arrived home Miss 8 was jumping around in
the new clothes her Nana had bought her.
Master 5 joined in, but he wasn't interested in the clothes she'd bought him.
Just prior to x-m-i-l leaving, I asked where the "spare" key was.
"On the bench," Miss 8 replied
No key on the bench.
"On the bar," x-m-i-l helps
No key on the bench.
x-m-i-l has to leave, we have tea and then the search begins in earnest.
Maybe it is under the couch, the cat may have played with it..
Nope.
Maybe it has fallen between the couch cushions.
Nope, just alot of crumbs .. oh and the video remote ... we'd be looking for that!
Maybe at the back of the table near the front door.
Nope, but I found my favorite ball point pen.
Maybe Miss 8 has put it in her room, while they played Twister.
Nope, but Master 5's PJ's were in there!
Finally I give up and ask Miss 8 to call her Nana.
I had a thought that maybe the key had been put in her bag.
Nope, not there.
I'm ready to give up, I'm tired, I'm regretting handing over the key.
Miss 8 is upset because she thought she was so grown up having the key.
Finally a thought crosses my mind ..... pockets!
I'd asked Miss 8 to check her bag and her pockets, but no cigar.
Defeated we surrender.
The key must be somewhere, maybe a fairy or a goblin has stolen it!
Sitting down we start watching TV.
The time comes to get the kids into their PJ's.
I accompany Miss 8 into her room.
For some reason I am drawn to her school jackets.
I check the first jacket, just dirty tissues.
I check the second pocket
and ....
a tissue pops out ... eeewwww
and ....
a hair tie
and ....
THE KEY .... YAY
The Spare Key
Hip Hip Hooray
I'm happy, Miss 8 is especially happy,
but insists that next time she needs to be let in, that I should leave the spare key with a friend.
I explain to her, that no, she's learnt her lesson
and next time I know she'll take better care of it.
For my lecture I get a HUG! |
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