Let me tell you about my day...

It all started around 11:25. There was the dreaded blinking light on my phone at school. That rarely means anything good. Turns out it was R. Poor guy -- first day of his new job, and he's locked his keys in the car. Fortunately his new job is in the same town as my school. I was more than happy to unlock the car for him.
I dutifully unlocked his car and took out his keys. I gave them to the lady at the front desk and headed back to school.
Fast forward a few hours. Now I'm in a meeting with several colleagues and a parent. The secretary knocks on the door and asks to see me. "Your husband called. He asked me to page you."
Needless to say, R never asks for me to be paged. He knows better. It definitely was something important. You'll never believe what it was. When I grabbed the keys he had locked in his car, I only grabbed half -- the wrong half. Turns out he had separated his car keys from the rest of the ring, so he wouldn't have to lug all his keys around in his pocket. I didn't realize this. I grabbed the ring without the car keys. (Who knew?)
So R called me at 2:20 -- still locked out of his car. But now I'm in a meeting and I can't leave. Thank God for B. She drove to his new job so he could drive home.
One would think the story ended here -- Nope. I left school at 4:30 to head to Costco, and then home. I'm driving on the highway, 60 mph in the third lane. I hear a loud, bizarre noise and almost lose control of my van. I carefully make my way over to the breakdown lane. I have a flat tire.
It's not so helpful that I'm the last person on the planet not to own a cell phone. So I hung out on the side of the highway waiting for someone to stop. A state policeman soon came by, I borrowed his cell phone and called R.
Fortunately, I have amazing in-laws and they have AAA. (Did I mention that I had let our coverage lapse this fall?) I got picked up, R brought the girls to their house and everything got taken care of.
Fast forward a few hours. We've eaten dinner, the girls played, we're heading home for bed. You'll never believe this - R can't find the keys to the Explorer. We looked everywhere - seven times each. He had my set - but not his.
Turns out they were home on the desk, where he'd left them. I just shook my head. Is it Tuesday yet?

P.S. For those of you who now think my husband is nuts, this is totally out of character for him. It's actually more in character for me. In the twelve years we've been together, I frequently have had to call him to get me out of a jam. I don't think I've ever had to do this for him.

I'd like the roles to go back now...