Last night was so stupid it was funny.
I headed to my church softball game preparing myself mentally to do everything I could to not hurt myself. 10 minutes before the game I get a text from my wife that she had locked herself out of the house with my daughter and had to go in through the garage. Now, that doesn't seem like a big deal except that a few months ago the garage door got stuck on something while it was opening and the freaking opener kept right on pulling and folded the top panel in pretty good. It took me several hours to get everything fixed enough to get the garage door closed and it's remained closed since then and unfixed/replaced thanks to all of the other crap going on in our house.
So of course the door is now messed up even worse and won't go down again. So even before the game I knew that when I got home I'd have to spend an hour or two trying to get things at least to the point where I could close the door. Good stuff.
So as I'm ready to leave the game I'm pretty irritated with my wife for opening the garage when she knew it was broken and that I had a not so fun project awaiting me at home. As I go to reach into my baseball bag to grab my keys, I notice the zipper to the compartment where I keep my personal stuff is unzipped. ####. Of course everything is there except for the car key. The car key to my MIL's car that I drove. The ONLY key to that car. And it's now 9:15 at the field and fairly dark in the area I walked from the field to the car.
So 4 guys and 2 park rangers spent an hour helping me look for my keys in the overgrown grass. I finally gave up, left the car there and got a ride home. The upside is that I could get there in the morning and look for them in the daylight. The downside is that they are mowing the grass this morning.
Also, I still had to fix the garage door when I got home.
Good news: I got home and managed to find the key in my bag. I was a total moron and put that key in the wrong compartment. It was in the compartment where I keep my bats. It had wedged itself in at the bottom where I couldn't reach it and didn't come out when I shook it out at the field. But it did come out at home. So I had 6 people helping me look for my key for over an hour when it was in my bag the whole time.
To make me feel even worse, a guy and his son that play on our team were two of the ones helping me look for the key. And they had their phones stolen during the game that they left in the car. That was bad enough. Even worse was that the guy was so super nice that after we all left he went home and got his metal detector to go back and look for my keys. And even though I got ahold of his son to let him know I found my keys, we couldn't contact his dad to let him know he could stop looking. Because his phone had been stolen.
Lastly, had to put my daughter in my bed for the night and sleep on the couch because I was too loud fixing the garage door. It only took me about a half hour at least. Of course, when I got it down I realized that not only had I forgotten to unlock the door from the garage into the house, but I had left my cellphone inside and couldn't call my wife to come unlock it. So I had to use a screwdriver on the lock to get myself in.
Fun night.
