I know that I am not the only busy mommy in the world who has walked into her house and left her keys dangling from the front door. Well I found out the hard way in my neighborhood it’s not a good idea to have such a moment of stupidity.
We came home from a friend’s house last night. As we walked in the door my hands were full of bags containing our dinner and I was trying to keep the newest member of our family, a totally adorable white cat with orange rings on her tail and orange ears, from running out. I slammed the door shut and we set about to eating dinner and taking care of the cats needs.
About 30-45 minutes later I heard someone messing with our front door. I told my husband to check it out but when he opened the door there was no one there. Not thinking about it we continued with our evening and went to bed at about 1am.
This morning I got up and decided to go to the gym. I got into my gym attire and was motivating myself into the workout. I reached into my jacket pocket. No keys. I reached into the other pocket. No keys. I looked on the tables and my hubby’s computer desk. No keys. Still in denial, I searched my purse, my jacket and even asked my son if he’d seen mommy’s keys. No keys. Oh God, I’d left them in the door! I opened the front door. No keys! I checked out our window and my car was still there. I started to have a mental freak out. My husband was like “This is why you shouldn’t leave your keys in the door.” I wanted to scream, “No sh**!” Instead I began to cry and that’s when he noticed, “You won’t be going to the gym today, call the police my car is gone!”
I’ve been bragging for weeks about how great things were finally going for us and how lucky I was that my once severely complicated life is now so drama free. I guess my happiness was too much for the fates because I sure did get it all back in a matter of 24 hours. I called the police department and reported the incident, an officer was dispatched right away. I couldn’t stop crying. I was angry with myself for being so stupid to leave my whole keyring in the front door especially in this complex. I was scared because someone had my keys, MY keys. Mine! My house keys, mailbox keys, car keys, all the little keyring membership cards that I’d collected including the one for my gym membership. I called the apartment manager and she got maintenance over right away to put new locks on our apartment. It’s good to have the guy living on site. I called our auto insurance company to report the incident and they made note of it. My hubby didn’t have full coverage on his vehicle he just had PLPD, so we will not be getting reimbursed for his stolen vehicle. Neither of us had emergency roadside service on our policies so getting the locks changed on my car was coming out of my pocket. Great! So much for saving money this month to move on in March.
After all is said and done, I’ve spent $437 dollars to get new locks on my car and a new key made. It took the locksmith about 4 hours to do this. I felt so sorry for the poor guy. Out here on a Sunday for four hours changing tumblers and ignition switches. Yippee! I’m sure he’s getting paid well to do what he does, but still.
I feel like I have been run over by a train. Our apartment is secure and my car is secure now, whoever has my keys cannot come back and access a damn thing. The complex manager will call the US Post Office to get a new lock and key to our mailbox tomorrow. Being down to one car again is going to suck severely but there is nothing we can do about something that was my fault.
It’s never ceases to amaze me how awful that stress makes a person feel. My eyes feel like they weigh about 2 tons from all the crying. I can’t shake this feeling of depression. I feel violated and stupid for not paying more attention to something so very important. I feel guilty for the loss of my husband’s car. It was a 1992 little beater car granted, but still it was his and now it’s gone. What a great end to my weekend. I’m sure I’ll be so ready for work come tomorrow morning. Oh and not to mention tomorrow is little bears first day back to school in three weeks. I’m sure that is going to be a disaster. I can only hope for the best at this point.
I’m going to drink my last two wine coolers left over from New Year’s and hope that calms me down some. I hate feeling like this. I spent most of my life feeling this way, but since my hubby and I have been together I’ve been so happy. Once you go happy you never want to go back to what you knew before it. Never again will I leave my keys in the front door. They took my CUTE key chains darn it! I am just so angry! Hubby says it’s just stuff and I have other key rings, but that’s not the point the point is they were my things and someone took the liberty to steal them instead of just knocking on my door and giving them back to me. Jerks, the world is full of jerks. I hope they ran out of gas or blew a tire in the newly acquired car they picked up last night. ARRGH! Ok I’m over it, sorta. I’ll keep everyone posted as to whether or not we get his car back.
