Lock and Key.....

What's that you ask?  Oh, its just our key in our front door.  Let me explain.

The day after Samantha and I got home we were outside playing.  Our backyard flooded while we were gone so I was sweeping off the patio.  We moved to sweep off the front porch and Samantha was hitting the front door trying to get inside.  I tried to explain to her that it was locked and then looked up and realized that the key was right there in front of me. 

My first thought was, "how long has that been there?", my second, "what was Chris thinking?"

I promptly called Chris to investigate the matter.  Turns out it had been there almost the entire time I had been out of town.  He couldn't believe that he had left it there all that time.  How lucky are we that all of our possessions never got taken?  Our front door is on the side of our house so you can't see the front door from the street.  That might have been what saved us.  

I told him that I was going to start calling him Colleen (my mom did a similar thing when she came out for Samantha's birth in St Louis, but only left the key over night in the lock- a bit better than 3 1/2 weeks!)  He felt so bad.
So what could lead a really responsible guy to do such a thing.

This week, I was reminded of the insane schedule he keeps.  The following is so I NEVER forget what residency was really like or feel sorry for myself that I have it bad, keeping in mind that he keeps telling me "this is the easier rotation".  

Alarm goes off between 5 and 5:30 am.  Leaves for work.  Comes home between 7:30 and 9 pm.  Talks to me, eats a bite, changes his clothes and then proceeds to do patient notes, dictations, or reading for a surgery the next day or journal club.  Comes to bed around 11.  Every other night he is on call so then you get the awesome pages at random hours.  Like Tuesday night, one at 2 am, then 10 minutes later, then 15 minutes later.  

So I guess it's pretty clear to me how the key got left in the door...but I'm still not going to let him forget it!