The Story on Morning Glory

I've been excited all week.  I couldn't wait until Saturday morning!  Why?

Jeff has been taking Jack to swim lessons for a few weeks now while I go to tap.  It's been great for him to do something on his own with Jack and great for me to tap the morning away, knowing that they're having a great time together!

Since we've moved into our precious neighborhood, the neighborhood patrol has been after Jeff to sign up to help with the patrol.  He's been more than willing, even looking forward to it!  Only thing is that in order to participate, you have to take a Saturday 8am-4pm class to learn the ins and outs of the radio system.  It's a pretty official operation they're running here, people!  So, Saturday was the day that he could finally work that into his schedule, which meant I got to take Jack to swim lessons!

Now, I'm sure you're wondering what swim lessons for a 7 month old looks like...well, from what I hear, it's not much, just some water time, a little splashing, and there's something to do with a rubber ducky.

You see, I still don't know. 

Jack was up at his usual 7am this morning, not super happy (stuuuuuuuuupid teething) but happy enough to play for a little while and eat some breakfast.  It was getting close to time to go, so I spent my usual 15 minutes packing the swim bag filled with towels, extra diapers, his swim suit, and began my usual prayers, praying that Jack wouldn't poop while he was in the pool because, well, I imagine that's a gross clean up. 

I recently ordered myself some new swim suits, very mommy-ish and in a larger size than I'd like to admit, so I tried them on and decided on the best one to wear, and started getting all of my stuff together while Jack happily played on the bed.  He loves sitting on our bed.  It's positioned that I can put him on the bed and he can see himself in our full length mirror, and he loooooooooves it!  And I was loving that he was happy.  Good start to the morning over all!

It's 8:30 and it's time to go, so I buckle Jack into his car seat that is increasingly too small and get ready to head out the door.  I couldn't wait to see him in his adorable swimsuit!  I've got everything ready, and go to grab my keys.  Now, my keys usually sit on the table right beside the door.  If they're not there, they are usually in my purse.  Checked both places.  Not there.  It's then that I remember what we did last night.....

Jeff was the MC for a Relay for Life last night.  I drove out to the stadium so he could work on what he was going to say.  He drove back home after we ate dinner.  It was then that I remembered that before we went into eat, I saw my keys sitting in the cup holder and thought to myself (responsibly, I might add), "I better hide those keys!  Heaven forbid someone walk by the car while we're inside, see the keys, break the window, and use my keys to steal my car!"  So I tossed them in the console. 

Which is where they still are.  Right now.  Remember when I said that Jeff had a meeting that started at 8?  Well, that's where he is.  Where are the spare keys to the car?  In his pocket.  Really?  REALLY?  Needless to say, no swim lessons this morning. 

After wallowing in my own responsible thinking turned stupidity, figuring that I would obviously miss swim lessons and my much looked forward to lunch with the ladies, I took Jack out of his car seat and put him down for a nap.  And after thinking about it, I called the locksmith.  It's really not safe to be home with a baby and no way to get anywhere.  What if something happened!  I might need to get somewhere!  Or maybe it's just that I don't like feeling stranded.  Anyways, after I called the locksmith, Jeff called and is on his way home to unlock the car.  He could basically just do a drive by, click his clicker, and keep on moving back to the meeting.  Thankfully, it's not too far away. 

So, lesson learned!  Always know where your keys are.  At least lesson learned until next time...