Somewhere between the car (directly outside the house) and here the keys have gone missing. This morning I thought my toddler had pulled them out of my hand and they'd slipped behind the shoe rack so I borrowed DH's but now I've turned the entire house upside down, including going through every single coat and trouser pocket, every shoe, every toy box, the freezer.
The only place I haven't looked is the recycling as we already put out in a neighbour's bin (with permission) due to ours being full this week after hosting a brithsy party. If it's in there then it's gone for good I guess.
I've retraced steps, walked through my day, everything.
I don't believe but I've also prayed to st Antony.
DH is pissed with my about the cost of a replacement - which is fair - plus the amount of hassle it will be with one set as we often leave it somewhere are the other picks it up etc due to our complicated work schedules with the kids and school runs/clubs.
Gah!!!
Perimenopause brain and the mental load is destroying me and things like this keep happening. DH is being a little unsympathetic tbh and I feel like a shadow of myself. I never used to do this sort of thing