I walked out of my house at 2:00 to go gas up the car and pick up the kids at 3:20.
When I hit the little unlock button on my car door handle nothing happened. No little beep. I had left my "keyless" key fob in the house. Along with my house key.
As I tried the front door, I mumbled a plea. "Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please." To no avail. It was locked.
No problem, I thought. There are four other entry ways to this house that no one ever remembers to lock.
There was a brief moment of hope when I found the garage door opener. But the door from the garage to the house was locked.
More hope when I found a set of keys. To our garge door back in Shreveport and my husband's Chevelle on Cape Cod.
No need to panic yet. My husband has time enough to get to the kids. Thank goodness I have my phone.
Twenty calls, e-mails and texts go unanswered.
Okay. I have a shed and a garage full of tools and glass in my doors. A hammer, crowbar and jumbo hedge trimmers will not shatter that glass. I am weak. Ibriefly consider using the circular saw to cut a hole in the door.
By now, an hour has gone by and I realize that even if I got in now, I could never get to the kids on time. I call the school and ask them to put the kids in after school care.
Finally, FINALLY, my husband calls me back.
"Did you try the back door?"
Is he freaking kidding me!
He is on his way to get the kids. I am on the back porch blogging from my Treo.
At least it's not raining. At least I know it would take a criminal more determined than me to get into my house.
No criminal could be more determined than I was to get to my children today.
Tonight we get a spare key made. My heart can't take this again.