Moving notes

I’m not exactly sure how or where, but someplace along the way from our old apartment to our new house, we lost a box. It’s not such a big deal—at least I don’t think there was anything too important in there. And really, the way that the move went, we were lucky not to forget Violet somewhere in the pile of U-haul boxes. But still, it kind of stinks. I’m pretty sure it was a box full of nothing but vegetable oil and honey. Because that’s all we seem to be missing. Oh, and those cute, tiny hangars for baby clothes. Kind of a random mix of things, but toward the end there anything that wasn’t nailed down was being thrown into any open container that would sit still long enough.

We also misplaced our spare car key somehow in the move. Not such a big deal, except when Adam left for work two days in a row with my car keys in his pocket, right there beside his own car keys in his other pocket. So there Violet and I were, stranded without car keys and with some serious playdates to get to somehow. Of course I tore the house apart looking for the extra key to no avail. I remembered putting it somewhere “safe” where I could easily remember where it was. That didn’t work out so well.

But then yesterday as I was digging through my purse looking for a pen, lo and behold, there was that darn car key, just hanging out at the bottom of my bag. It had been there the whole time, hidden by some old gum wrappers and grocery lists. So now that key is in a special little bowl in clear view on top of the shelf in the kitchen. And we’ll probably never need it again.