September 11, 2009
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what a day!
So I have an Avon order arrive this morning and as it happens it worked for me to deliver an order to its owner and still have time to get back to collect Wee Blonde Child from kindergarten. All is well in my world for a minute. So off Healthy Weighty Wee Man and I go to deliver the order to our friend and we have a great wee visit with our friend. Then back to collect WBC from Kindergarten, head home for lunch and get HWWM off to preschool in the afternoon.
Yeah right!
After collecting Wee Blonde Child from school and having a play on the playground, we head home. We pull up to the house and reach over to the place I put my keys when I get in the van …… no keys. NO KEYS! What the @%*(&*(^$# where are the keys! I am positive I locked the door. I am POSITIVE I PUT THE KEYS HERE! The van is searched for any possible place I can think they may have slid or been knocked to and no keys. WHERE ARE THE KEYS!?!!??? Maybe I left them in the door of the house. Not the first time I have done THAT one. NO KEYS! I gave a set of keys to the landlord, maybe someone is home there and I can get a set … no they aren’t home …. OH! MY! GOD! Back to our house, borrow the use of a phone from the neighbour call our friend we delivered the Avon to and no my keys were not with her. AGHHHHHHHH! Okay I have two hungry monsters ….. off to the McDonalds drive thru we go. Grrrrr. After that we head back to the landlords house just to see if they are home yet. And bless them, George was! So after explaining that I have lost a set of keys and the spare set is, oh, IN THE HOUSE! I get the key from him for the front door. The front door that is barred from the inside. I should have just borrowed a ladder from George. I get my hands on a ladder and now am climbing up in to the facade of the house so I can try to pop the screen out of my bedroom window so I can climb through and open the door.
If you know me at all, you know I HATE HEIGHTS! I can’t even cope spending any length of time near the childrens bedroom windows because that is a straight drop to the ground. I don’t do second floor balconies or patios either. I DO NOT DO HEIGHTS! PERIOD. So now I am on the facade of my house trying to get a screen to pop out of a window that is designed to go inside while having to get the window, on the inside of the screen, to open further. I was near ready to just tear the screen when another neighbour appeared beside me and we figured out how to get it open with out having to replace the screen.
Okay in I go. I feel the bruise on my leg from climbing through the window darkening as I write this. And yea the door is unlocked. But I am still missing a set of keys. Okay I inhale my McChicken whatever it was and Wee Blonde Child and Healthy Weighty Wee Man finish their Happy Meals, then the spare set of keys is pocketed and off we go to take HWWM to school and then on to Home Depot to get another set of keys cut. Back in the van at Home Depot after spending $22 in getting keys cut, Wee Blonde Child for some reason has her head on the floor and is all suddenly scrambling and shouting and then sticks her little arm up to her elbow up under the center console of the dashboard and pulls out the missing set of keys. I won’t repeat the words that came out of my mouth at that point. Needless to say I wasn’t exceptionally happy. So now the dilemma is where to hide a spare set outside in the event I misplace a set of keys again.
