I am losing my mind

I lose a lot.

I don't just lose things like an earring from a cheap set or a flip flop or any other item which would be easy or inexpensive to replace.

I lose things like wallets, credit cards, sunglasses, house keys, car keys, phone, wedding ring, etc.

You get the point.

Things you need on a daily basis. I use these things on a daily basis thus it is amazing how I can lose them so often.

I guess you could say I don't lose them rather I misplace them.

Lately, I have been regularly misplacing my keys. It is so aggravating.  I think part of the problem is that I give Miss M the keys after I open the door and you never know when or where she might drop them.

I lost them Friday. I got my sister's keys as a back-up.  I found the lost keys behind the trunk in our bedroom.

I lost them this afternoon. I ended up just leaving the apartment unlocked when we went to the park because we needed out of the apartment and we weren't going to be gone long.  I found them under the night stand.

I came home from the park so irritated with myself.  How is it that I misplace my keys so often? Is this normal? I don't believe it is.  I was so aggravated that I came home and went to the laundry room and got a hammer and three nails and hammered the nails haphazardly into the wall.  The nails aren't level. They aren't centered. They are just hammered erratically into the wall because of my frustration.  I found the keys. I hung all the keys up. Breath a sign of relief. I feel good about this.

Ahh. The things you can do when you rent! Andrew hasn't found out about this decision to hammer nails into the wall yet. I predict he will be less than impressed with my creativity.

Miss M and I go check the mail everyday. It's beneficial for multiple reasons 1) gets us out of the apartment 2) Miss M likes to climb stairs 3) we need to check the mail. Lately we have been just sitting in the apartment lobby area. Today we sat there are opened the mail and read part of the newspaper.  An hour after we got back into the apartment I realized that I didn't have my keys. Again. I had no idea where they were. I looked everywhere. I even went back to the lobby area.  Nothing. After Miss M went to bed I searched high and low. I found them buried under the couch.

I have no idea where my keys are currently. I don't even care anymore.  I will care again in the morning.  

My mother in law has experienced my inability to keep track of items - especially keys. I don't think she's impressed. She was so unimpressed during one of our last visits that she bought me a key finder.  You whistle. Key finder beeps.  I can whistle. Perfect idea. Right?!? No. Miss M's screams are apparently enough to make the key finder go off all day long so I had to shut it off. I am strongly considering turning it back on and just listening to the key finder beep all day. 

At what point does one need to be concerned about losing their mind?