At some point, a person must face the hard truth that youth is for the young and certain activities should only be attempted by those with less than a half century of living of experience.
I realized this only after having to break into my house.
1. We once lived in a far northern suburb where we had the luxury of an attached garage. I never locked the door, and so would never need a key. This changed dramatically when we moved closer to the city and had an unattached garage. An unattached garage means you must lock up your house when you go somewhere, thus needing a key for re-entry.
2. When the kids were younger and living at the home with unattached garage, and when they were without wheels, we used to keep a door key hidden in a fake rock. This is because had we given them a key in the pre-driving years, they would have lost it and would be looking for the key in the rock anyway. As they matured and earned driver’s licenses, they were awarded house keys of their own. The idea was to put the house key on the same fob as the car key and we would never have to worry about a person losing a key. Right.
3. We disposed of the key in the rock right around the time several items went missing in the house: a bunch of Civil War swords, money, a painting, a book of notes, my husband’s Vicodin prescription and my mother-in-law’s ashes. (No joke.) We also recalled all the keys we gave out, to the cleaning lady, the exterminator, various workmen, etc., and re-keyed all of the locks just for good measure.
It’s really been quite peaceful without children who lose their keys. It’s also nice not to have to worry what prized possession will be next to walk out of the house.