And the party don't stop...

I woke up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to face the world sans hang over.  One perk about opting out of NYE binge drinking last night.

Complete with massive bed-head, wrinkled pajama pants, hot chocolate and tear stains on my t-shirt, and bare feet, I decided to start the year off right by going outside to pull in my trash-cans before the HOA starts bitching about it.  I wasn't two steps out the door when the heard the familiar sound of the locked door shutting behind me. 

Alone. Locked out my house, looking like shit-soup, barefoot in 45 degree weather, I wanted to roll into the fetal position on my lawn and quietly weep.  Not at all pathetic.  Instead, I went door to door, fearing frost-bite, knocking on doors in hopes that someone in this new home development had moved in already or had stayed in town for the holiday.  No such luck.  Feeling more alone than ever, I continued to walk down the street to a home still under construction where three house painters offered assistance.  They let me warm up and use a cell phone to call for help. I called the only number I know by heart. And my best friend didn't answer.

Then I start to think about my options.

People with keys to my house:
1.  My BF...She lives about 45 minutes away and she sleeps like the dead, so no luck there.  She also just moved so I don't know her address or how to get to her house.
2.  Manchild who is in either in SF, Vegas, or San Antonio, not really sure. He is busy screwing his ex-girlfriend anyway. That reminds me, I need that key back.
3.  And, my teenage son, who is visiting with my extremely bitter ex-husband who lives an hour away.

So, by the true grace of God.  I went back to my house, almost defeated.  Then it happened.  I remembered a spare car key hidden in my garage.  Much to my amazement,  I had just put a full tank of gas in the car yesterday.  I even found a pair of black rubber rain boots in my trunk. Thank God, Jesus and Baby Jesus. I knew what I had to do. 

I drove an hour to my ex-husband's house.  The thought of him seeing me in all my fashionable glory made my stomach ache, but I needed that key. Without a purse, cell phone, money, or a driver's license I made the trek.

Mission Accomplished. I am happy to report that I am home, safe and warm.  And I didn't need a man to solve my dilemma for me...Well, one man did come through.  My oldest son. When I got there and got past the gatekeeper, there he was.  Tall and skinny and handsome as ever. I thanked him for the key and gave him a kiss on the cheek and asked him to give a kiss to his little brother for me.  He was still sleeping.  It was a gift.  I started my year off with the only men in my life that really count.