I attempted to lock my door that leads to the garage the other night, but when I pulled on it, it opened so I assumed the lock didn’t work. This assumption almost lead to a disaster! Monkey had taken her back pack with her to Kendal’s doctors appointment yesterday and upon returning home she left it in the car. A while later she asked me where it was and I told her it was in the car and she asked me to go get it, so I did. I guess I pulled the door too hard and it closed. I got the backpack and tried to open the door. No luck, it was locked. I started knocking but no luck. Then I started to panic, my children were in the house, my keys were in my purse on the dryer, my cell phone was on the desk, and the only neighbor I know was at work. So, I opened the garage door and made my way to the front door in the snow, with slip on shoes and no socks. By the time I got to the front door, my feet were wet and freezing! Now, any other day Monkey would fall all over herself trying to get the door if the bell rang. Apparently, yesterday, was not one of those days. So, I started ringing the bell and I could hear Monkey saying “Mommy, the bell is ringing.” I continued to ring the bell and pound on the door. “Mommy, there is some peoples at the door.” “Mommy, where are you, the bell is ringing,” As I stood outside pounding on the door and bell, I was yelling, “Monkey, it’s me, open the door.” I finally gave up and came back into the garage. I pounded on the door, “Mommy, where are you?” “Monkey, I’m in the garage, open the door.” “Mommy, what?” “Monkey, I’m in the garage. The door is locked. Open the door.” Finally she opens the door, pajama pants on, both legs in one pant leg. I came in the house and she said “Mommy, I couldn’t find you. The bell was ringing.” “I know Monkey, it was me.” “There were some peoples at the door.” “No, Monkey, it was me at the door trying to get in.” “Well, I thought it was Mimi.” “Nope, it was me.” “Well, Mommy, I had to get my pants on.”
