On Tuesday, I locked my husband and dogs out of the house.
Great set up line for a dramatic story about how they made me screaming mad and I booted them out. But the truth of it is, I'm just an absent-minded spaz.
I'd come home for lunch. They were in the backyard watering the rose bushes and tomato plants. When it was time for me to go back to work, I stepped outside to tell them goodbye. Came back in, went out the front, and drove to work.
About fifteen minutes later, I got a phone call. Steve. "You locked the dogs and I out of the house." He didn't sound amused. Apparently when I'd renentered from the back yard, I locked the sliding glass door. One of those auto-pilot, out-of-habit things. I always lock the door--though not when somebody is still outside. Oops. So the back door and the front door were locked, and Steve and the dogs were stuck in the hot sun with no keys or phone.
Then he remembered he'd hidden away a house key. Thank goodness!
Yesterday, I had a hair appointment. Finally. Goodbye grey. I was the last appointment of the day, so my hair stylist left with me. While we chatted, I searched my purse for my car keys. Had a bit of a panic atack. "Where are my keys??" She pointed and asked, "What are those in your hand?"
*Thunk to the forehead.*
Then remember the Monday I went into work but it wasn't my Monday? I'm really beginning to scare myself. Then I remind myself that I have a billion things going on in my life, in my mind. I just turned in one book and now I'm bearing down on another deadline book plus a proposal. Someone wants to interview me for a readers website and I just got emails from two bookstore asking for promotional material that I've yet to order. I need to prepare for two upcoming workshops and I've yet to book my flight to an upcoming conference. All of this in addition to the day job.
I'm a bit scattered. Time to make one of my famous 'To Do' lists. Attack. Cross off.
On a good note, yesterday Steve surprised me and bought a new sofa that I'd been wanting. And Cheyenne and Billie have been on me like glue, a couple of Velcro-Dogs. Guess they've all forgiven me for locking them out of the house.
What about you? Any recent absent-minded moments?