I Didn't Want a Post THAT Bad.

Last night, I opened up the blog to post and realized I didn't really have anything to say. I closed it back up with the thought, "I'll post when something exciting happens or when I just have something to talk about". Well.
This morning, we were getting ready to get to MOPS. Since it was our first meeting of the Spring semester, all us girls on steering were to bring the food. That just means one more bag for me, so I loaded everything up in the car and then went after the kids. After putting Piper in the car and crossing over to the other side to put Caleb in, I realized that the keys and P were locked in the car. Evidently, Caleb was playing with the door and locked it without unlocking it again. We got rid of our home phone some time ago and my purse was in the car, so I didn't have my cell phone to call someone. My next inclination was to go to the neighbor's to try to use their phone. Our next door neighbor did not answer the door, neither did the one across the street or next door to her. As I walked away from there in tears, soaking wet, cold and dragging Caleb with me, the meter reader came around the corner. He saw that I was quite distressed and asked me if there was something he could do for me. I explained the situation and he used his own personal phone to call a locksmith, who was none too helpful. They explained it would be about 20 or more minutes before they could come around to open the car, regardless of the fact that my 6 month old was locked in and it was below freezing temps. Sigh. Some people...
The meter reader said he would finish up the street and come back around to wait with me, so I headed back to my garage. About that time, my neighbor came out and asked if everything was ok. I explained what had happened and she told me to come over and use her phone. She was so sweet and watched Caleb for me as I called Jes to figure out what to do. We decided that waiting on the locksmith was not an option at this point, so I called 911. About 5 minutes later I heard sirens coming toward our house and sure enough an ambulance peeled around the corner. They were able to open the car and check on Piper, who was more upset about being woke up than anything else.
Poor Caleb felt so bad because he was the one who locked the door and as I stood in the driveway crying from despair, all he could say was, "I'm sorry Mama, I'm sorry." It all worked out in the end, but this was not the best way to start a Monday. I made it to MOPS, late (!), and won a door prize, at which point our coordinator explained what had happened. She said she was glad she drew my name because she thought I needed a door prize more than anyone else! It seems as I have entered some sort of club now that this has happened to me because around 15 ladies told me they had done the same thing in some form or fashion. I'm so thankful that we live less than a mile from 2 (!) fire stations and have so many lovely women in my life that make me feel better when I do something stupid like this! Here's to a boring afternoon!