Under butts

I just had to vent about this. Last week, I was 20 minutes late to a playdate at the library, because I could not find my keys. I ended up grabbing the spare set of keys, rushing to the library, and meeting our friends in the parking lot. I lifted Chris out of his carseat as I was venting my frustrations to Amy, only to find that underneath Christopher's butt were my keys.
This week, I lost my keys again. Monday morning, I'm frantically trying to get the boy ready to go to Danville for his LEAF playgroup. Finally, I call Eric. He'd driven everywhere last weekend, he threw out places I'd already checked including all luggage, which had been put away from our trip to Peru. But I remember seeing my keys while we were in Peru, and not since. I became convinced I left them in Peru. I called our friends, but did not hear that they found my keys. I still carry my cards, license and keys on a handy dandy Butler ID keychain (though come to think of it, all my cards fell out of 1 side, so one side only holds a picture of Chris)and to lose it all, would be the equivalent of losing a purse with amount of work needed to get everything back. So, instead I lived in denial all week. We managed to do ok, didn't go to the zoo, we were at church everyday, up to our eyeballs in VBS, nor did I spend much money, I had a bit of petty cash. I must say I really appreciated the very nice librarians let me check out some things on my "good looks", ok, on my word, and recitation of certain vital statistics. I checked my bank, and no one was spending my money, so I knew they had to be somewhere. I just figured they were on my nightstand in Peru.
This morning, I got into the car to go to church. Eric drove, and as I sat down I felt an odd lump under my backside. Yup. You guessed it, my keys were under my own butt, in the passenger seat underneath the seat cover. I could've sworn I checked there....
Anyway, the next time I lose something, remind me to check under my butt.