Where are my keys?

So it's been approximately a week since my euphoric first blogging moment. Now a week later I am a little less ecstatic and more panicked at the idea of actually having to follow through with this (due to the fact I emailed ALL my friends about it) and figuring out what to talk about. However, as I sit here and reflex on the last week there are certain, what does Oprah call them "ah ha moments", that I can lend to this weeks notes and that I believe have left a mark on my transition to
40dum.

Losing keys has always been a little bit of a sore spot for me. Keys along with mittens, wallets and well I suppose that cell phones would also fall into that category (although I've never lost my cell just left it in the rain). However, most of the time my "oh shit, I can't find my KEYS!" moment usually ends up with my husband calmly walking over with key in hand and smirk on face and making some annoying sarcastic remark starting with "surprise, surprise........". This week however he was not around when I biked home from my waxing appointment ( a whole other blog) and found by the time I reach home my keys were GONE! So here I am a woman in my 40th year, mature, and emotionally sound enough to calm myself and rationally think about what to do next in order to rectify the situation. Or you would think! Nope! I was Swearing, tears, emotional outbursts and not to mention complete panic. Did I find my keys that day, no! However, the next day after a sleep and rational contemplation I was able to trace my steps and locate the missing keys. Why am I telling you this? Why is this important for my "On my way to 40" blog? I suppose because it's another one of those times where I realize that I need to buck up and stop with the freak outs and act my age. But it might also be the idea that these “tantrums” might be getting worse. With mid life creeping into the distance my emotional break downs around such little crises are actually getting slowly more disturbing. I mean ya, I've always been a bit emotional but I swear on Tuesday the sweat was dripping, my pupils were dilated (I am assuming), the tears where quick and BIG and my daughter, my fucking 12 year old daughter, was able to calmly rationalize a method of entering the house and then get on with her day while I huddled in a corner talking to myself about what an idiot I am. Is this what I have to look forward to? Slow, but obvious collapes into some kind of psychotic meltdown over things like "KEYS!” Now, this could be me, and therefore I have revealed too much, or we, meaning us who are entering this time in our lives, could all be having melt downs that are irrational due to our coming of age. Who knows but I'm sure that if you read this and find similarities to your reactions you may be able to enlighten me and/or reassure me.

Oh, and if your wondering if my 12 year old was around for all of this. Well, sadly, she was there for half and not the good half. However, I feel that it's good for her to see so that......ummmmmmm.......she knows better when it comes to her. Ya, thats it. Hopefully, thats it.

Ya. Thanks for listening. Oh, and any thoughts let me know.

Lise