The Key to Preparedness
The other day I experienced the worst kind of revelation. I’m sure you’ve experienced it, too. It’s the kind of revelation you receive as you’re rushing out the door, pushing children ahead of you, locking and shutting the door behind you, arms loaded down with diaper bag, toys, sippy cups…everything. Everything except one of the more important things. Your keys. That kind of revelation feels like you just swallowed a huge, frozen rock.
You know what’s no fun? Standing in your garage, locked out of your house, with a baby in your arms, a 2 and a 4 year old running around your legs, and a 6 year old expecting you to pick him up in 20 minutes while your keys sit on the kitchen counter, right where you set them mere minutes ago. You know. So that you wouldn’t forget them.
*sigh*
Did you know I have a rather mediocre repertoire of swear words?
After spending a few minutes contemplating which window I should break to get back in, I came to my senses and began the quest to find a neighbor that was home so that I could use their phone. (I forgot to mention that my cell phone was sitting on the kitchen counter next to my keys. You know. So that I wouldn’t forget it.) It didn’t take long. The second house I tried had teenagers that had just gotten home from school. They were nice enough to loan me one of their hot pink, bling covered, cell-phones and I was lucky enough to remember Andrew’s cell number.
After Andrew agreed to pick Ethan up from school and then come home to let me back in the house, I went back to the garage and watched Gideon and Aurora ride around the driveway on tricycles. We had to wait 45 whole minutes! That’s just enough time for a two year old to fall off a tricycle three times. It’s just a good thing I had a package of Skittles in my bag or else we might have starved to death! I’m nothing if not prepared!
Humor-Blogs.com knows much better swear words than I do.
OH NO! Well, at least you had Skittles.
Comment by Heidi — March 22, 2008 @ 1:27 pm
Well at least it sounds like you live in a warm cliamte. You would have had to eat frozen Skittles if you loved where I do.
Comment by Bee — March 22, 2008 @ 10:17 pm
Uh… I meant LIVED! Don’t tell Freud.
Comment by Bee — March 22, 2008 @ 10:18 pm
Don’t worry, Bee. Your secret’s safe with me!
Comment by Melissa/Fold My Laundry Please — March 22, 2008 @ 11:22 pm
Wow! I’m glad to hear that soneone found a good use for a teenager!
Comment by damon — March 23, 2008 @ 5:35 am
Oh, you poor thing!!
I’m so neurotic about the POSSIBILITY of locking my cell phone/keys/purse/diaper bag in the house that I end up frisking myself about five times … even though our doors have to be locked WITH THE KEY.
But if I somehow managed to lock myself out? I’ll be waiting for about 45 minutes. Or more, if I’m not at home.
But still, I’m so glad you had Skittles! (Now I want Skittles. And it’s the Sabbath. I’m so deprived!!)
Comment by Allanna — March 23, 2008 @ 2:58 pm