It obviously applies solely to this blog (and even that is debatable) and not to my life in general.
I walked out of my house this morning without my keys or my wallet. And locked the door behind me.
I did this. Me. The person who, every day for the last 4 years of living here, has been so compulsive about whether or not she has her keys that she will put them in a purse or pocket, check 10 times whether they are actually in there, and still have to touch them while pulling the door closed.
I am not exaggerating. It is a sickness.
And yet today, I not only cured myself of that sickness, but didn't even realize that I didn't have the keys until I was on my way home, 5 hours later (walking, as you may have guessed). Luckily, I had (also foolishly) left the rear exterior and interior door unlocked, so we were able to get in. I definitely would not have wanted to be stuck outside with 2 kids for the next 3 hours until Jeremy arrived home from work.
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You must have inherited your compulsive checking from me. You and your brother used to make fun of me because I kept checking the door to see if it was locked, checked to make sure the burners on the stove were off, etc. Sorry
Mom
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