Oh my goodness. So for a while now we have not had an official home line. We use our cell phones. Basically to save money (or we thought until recent Verizon bills started rolling in). We decided about a week ago to get a home line. Out came Charter to set up the new line and Brian brought home a phone from the Alpharetta pub. Well the phone didn't work. Charter came back out to check the line, turns out it was the phone. I decided that the next day (Friday) that the boys and I would trek over to Walmart to do our grocery shopping and purchase a phone. Well we make it to Walmart, spend more money than I would like to say on God knows what but we did leave with a phone. From there we headed home to have lunch and take afternoon naps (of course the Walmart trip caused Austin to miss his morning nap so he was a bit upset). I remember pulling into the driveway looking at my pots with dead flowers thinking to myself "I meant to purchase pansies (which I later found out are not out yet) or mums while I was out." Irritated I pulled into the garage. I pulled my keys out of the ignition and threw them into my purse like I so often do not to forget where I put them. Then As I am climbing out of the driver's seat telling the babies I was coming to get them, I locked the doors. Yes ALL THE DOORS! I went to each door hoping that one was unlocked. So my purse with my cell phone, car keys, and children are locked in the car. Well I have a new home phone now, oh that's right I locked the new, working, just purchased phone in the car also. I ran to the neighbors both were not home. I had no way to get in touch with anyone. So what do I do beg Logan to unhook himself and unlock the doors. He looks at me and says "NO!" Austin at this point is screaming his head off. It is getting hotter. I am beginning to panic. I know I need to call for help 911, a locksmith, the local bar, someone, anyone! However I CAN'T! Again I try to coax Logan into unlocking his car seat, and he just screams "NO!" What's a girl to do at this point? Run upstairs to the computer and log onto Facebook to see if anyone I know is on that I could tell to call for help (I swear I did this) and of course only 3 people were on and I haven't talked to them in like 10 years. I wasn't about to admit to locking everything in the car at that point. So I run downstairs again try and talk to Logan about getting out of his seat, again hearing "NO!" So I go back inside and get a clothes hanger (the one that comes home with dry cleaning), not sure what I am going to do but know I have seen cars unlocked with hangers before. I straighten it out and insert the hanger into the top of the window. No luck. I begin to cry. Then I decide that I should insert it near the actual lock (bottom part of window). After 5 minutes miraculously I hit the lock and the door unlocks. I finally breath a sigh of releif. I get the sobbing Austin out and then Logan who says "mommy you got keys?"
I had the keys, the kids, the new phone, the cell phone, and then a little breakdown as I replay in my head the last ten minutes of my life.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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you poor thing! we (really my hub) locked farrah in the car once but luckily the car was running and the a/c was on. it took the locksmith people almost an hour to get to us, luckily she was fine the whole time. it is scary isnt it???
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