A Page of One's Own: Pregnancy Brain

Two days ago, I was running late. Actually, I was running late every day this week, but my story is particularly about two days ago. I rushed out the door on Wednesday and awkwardly tried to waddle to my car with all my bags when I went to grab my car key from my backpack. I had already previously lost my house key as well as a key ring, so my single car key always just hangs out by itself in my backpack. But for some reason, something had possessed me the day before to attach my single car key to all of my gift cards. (Why?)

Well, I quickly found that my keys plus my gift cards weren’t in my backpack. They weren’t in the fridge. They weren’t in the freezer either, or under the couches where they wouldn’t have fit anyways or the cupboards or the toothbrush drawer. And yes, I looked in all of those places. I spent the next two hours wandering around the house crying because obviously losing your key and some gift cards is basically the same as breaking both of your legs at the same time or maybe all of your fingers.

Finally, I called Taylor to come take me to work and school. I got to work all puffy-eyed and entirely grumpy, and I moped shamelessly all day. Every time Branden called to check on me, I started crying about something else that was going wrong. So when he got home that night around 8:00, he just said:

I will not eat and I will not sleep until I find your key, Kaylee.

I think he said that because he was tired of me crying, although I’d like to think it was because he was feeling as passionate about finding my key as I was.

Anyways, we searched for another 45 minutes and both had the idea to go through the outside trash can, just in case. We put on our head flashlights and everything, and the digging began. I started feeling discouraged as we reach the bottom of the trash can and still there is no sign of my key. Branden pulled up one last box, the box of an air mattress that we had opened the week before. It was closed pretty tightly, but for some reason Branden opened it and there they sat, my key, my key ring, and about 20 gift cards.

So apparently I dug up the trash at some point, found a sealed box, opened that box, and placed my key and gift cards inside, then returned the box to the very bottom of the trash can, all within the course of one day.