Some blog posts are rants, some are joyful celebrations, and some just plain write themselves.
I woke up on time this morning. So I got to clean the kitchen, pack my gym bag, play with Drake, and walk the dog without feeling crazy.
I took our two bags and Drake out to the car, and was strapping him in for our drive to work. Since my pants didn’t have any pockets, I laid my phone on the seat next to the car seat and handed Drake the keys because I know he loves them. Since we were having such a good morning, I didn’t want it spoiled with a power struggle over car seat straps and it worked.
Usually the car keys and phone are in my pocket, and Drake is playing with “his” keys, a set of old ones I put together for him.
I wanted my round hairbrush out of my bag in the back and in my gym bag, so I grabbed the brush, shut the hatch to the CRV and as I reached for the driver door handle I heard “click.”
Oh no, oh s*&t. This is not happening.
I also usually leave my door open until the getting the 19 month old into the car act is completed.
So of course I try cajoling first. “C’mon Drake, push the other button. You’re so awesome push the other button.” He smiles at me repeatedly pushing the lock button.
So I go knock on the neighbors door. No one home. I go and try to kick our back door in for the spare key. Nope.
I go back to the car, and plead. “You can do it. Hit more buttons. C’mon buddy!” The panic alarm starts going off. Whooo wooo wooo Whoooss a dummy. Whooos a dummy.
Then after another click the alarm turns off. Then one more click and the door opens when I pull the handle.
“YOU ARE AWESOME! But no more keys.”
Daddy’s response, “I told you giving him the car keys was a bad idea.”
Thank goodness it was only 55 degrees this morning. Yay fall.