Ok, so I locked myself out of the house again....Yeah, yeah, what of it? Um, except it wasn't just me I locked out. I locked myself and my poor children out in the sweltering sun just so I could leave the cool comfort of my home for a little Dunkin' Donuts therapy.
Also, right before I left the house, Keith had called me from work to warn me about some local lunatic who was entering homes and sleeping in people's beds, so I was especially careful to make sure my doors were securely locked before I left.
My only excuse is that the key situation was a little off kilter because of our trip to NH. I had given my house key to the cat lady when we left and hadn't yet put it back on my car set. Still, it doesn't explain all of my dementia as you will see.
Arriving home from my outing armed with an iced coffee and a much better mood, I realized my error pretty quickly and called Keith at work, thinking that he would have to come bail me out. After some groaning and sighing, he instructed me to try opening a couple of windows. One was locked but I found that the other was not. I was able to pull the Jeep under the unlocked window, climb on top of it's roof with my cat-like agility and hoist myself into the easily opened window. Phew!
Actually getting in the window was pretty tough and took me a little while to maneuver. In the meantime I was totally visible from the street and my mind was buzzing with thoughts of the local loony and how everyone was on the lookout for odd home invasions.
Here's the best part my friends. As I was halfway through the window it occurred to me that the spare key was outside in it's hiding place. Of course I had thought of the spare key immediately when I discovered my dilemma but for some weird reason, in my panic at thinking about my own key being inside, I dismissed the idea of the spare key thinking that it too was gone and I didn't even check!
I asked Keith what he had told his co-workers about the whole scenario since he generally keeps them well informed, but he said it was too embarrassing to report. That's why I'm telling you.
- ljm
- ROCHESTER HILLS, MI, United States
- “These fragments I have shored against my ruins”
8 comments:
I LOVE YOU! I need to remember to come back here I've lost my credit card (again) or my glasses (again) or my phone (AGAIN). And then, though my family may be despairing, I can think "I AM NOT ALONE!"
A local lunatic who breaks in... and sleeps in beds? Oh yes- right after she tries out the family's chairs and tastes their porridge.
This is just the sort of thing that I would do...
Don't worry-- Keith's dear friend next door has probably already spread the word about your family. No one is surprised.
Wait a minute- didn't Keith tell his co-workers when he got locked out of the office in the little reception area and had to climb through the receptionist window...? What's the difference between that and you climbing into the house? Ooops- did I just reveal his deep dark secret to all your blog readers? Oh dear.
Some people are accident prone; you guys are getting-locked-out-prone...
Ha, ha...that's right Claire! Although I think my stupidity about the spare key makes my story a little worse actually.
You and your adventures....Good grief...very funny
Nothing like a temporary case of motherly retardation to keep one humble, eh? What did the kids think of the sight of you climbing in the window? Did they make helpful/funny comments?
Lori...
they were happily occupied in the backyard (Drew eating grass probably and Ethan consuming his donut from our trip) and were totally unaware/uninterested in what I was doing!
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