If my weekend were getting a performance review, I would give it a rating of “Did not meet expectations.” The final straw was Sunday night.

I had gone out earlier in the day to get spare house keys made. I am heading up to NJ this weekend with TRgirl, Randy, and Monkey for Thanksgiving. We’re doing it early because of Randy’s work schedule. (It will be my first “Thanksgiving” at my parents’ house in 7 years.) I have to get a friend to watch the boys as TRgirl is generally the person who does it when I’m away.

Anyway, I had keys made. The cat-sitter was supposed to come over last night and learn the routine. I wanted to test them out beforehand. Phoebs had called earlier in the day, so I was returning her call and decided to test the key. Grabbed one of the new spares, closed the door, turned the key, and locked the door.

Except that now I couldn’t unlock the door. The key that had locked the door was not able to open it. I was stuck outside with no coat; luckily it was about 50 degrees. Also lucky? The part where I was on the phone. I let Phoebs go and called TRgirl- they have my spare key.

When I told TRgirl the story, she said, “Well, I’m in the middle of eating dinner.” My eye-roll was apparently audible; she corrected herself by saying, “I could leave, but Monkey is also in the middle of his dinner.” She promised to come over when he was finished.

I called Phoebs back and we talked for another 20 minutes. TRgirl called and said, “Randy has your key and hasn’t called me back.” Yep, Randy had taken my keys to work. At his 24 hour shift at the firehouse. In a completely different county. He was on a call, so we had to wait until he got back to the firehouse to go and get them.

I had to reschedule the cat-sitter’s visit.