Life feels full right now. Not super busy, just regular-busy, but full.
It is true that I’m the kind of person who can follow a link to an article entitled ‘Men’s Health: Is Your Spleen Killing You?’ and then spend the next four days convinced that yes, I am suffering from a rare spleen disease, even though 1) I was not even the intended audience of that article; 2) I had no symptoms of spleenishness before reading; and 3) I don’t even know where the spleen is, exactly, so how would I even know if I was experiencing spleen issues? Then I google the heck out of spleens and discover that no, the spleen is nowhere near where I would have guessed, there’s nothing wrong with me at all (except that I read stuff I should never have clicked on in the first place).
With all that going on, no wonder I feel busy.
And then yesterday I lost my keys. My car keys. You would not think this was a big deal, given that our lives are very home-based. Several days together could easily pass without me ever getting into a car, let alone driving one. Plus we have spare car keys.
Do you know how I discovered my lack of keys? Of course you do. I told the kids to get in the car, and then grabbed the keys to unlock the doors. Except I didn’t grab the keys, because they weren’t where I thought they would be, and four children plus one baby were doing an antsy dance on my front doorstep waiting to leave.
The spare keys, I knew how to locate.
They were in Dane’s pocket.
Not at home.
So I looked for my keys in all the obvious places, and then in all the less-obvious places, I ran up and down the stairs eighteen times, and then I gave up and called Dane. (“Hello?” he says. “Where are my keys?” I say.)
He knew where my keys were. (On a bookshelf, upstairs, behind the books. Because: of course.) I ran back up and got them. Then back down again.
This is the point at which I realize that even though this may have been the one time ever that my kids were able to locate shoes, it still took us half an hour to get out the door.
So you can see how it is that my days are full. And it’s not even fall yet.