Whoa! A Personal Entry

I rarely write about my life. It’s too straight-laced and light on opinions for it to be interesting. But in honor of my first entry, I am writing about today’s crazy day.
A little history: When I went to pick my youngest, I get out of my car and was typing on my Sidekick II and closed the door. Since locking the door is a habit like putting on the seat belt, guess what happened? I left my key in the starter and the doors locked.
It happened again today only I was not the person who did it. Paul was. We’ll get there in a minute. Paul had the day off. So he picked up our older son and took him to an appointment. He waited longer than usual for our son to come our of his summer program. Then he wanted to stop at home first to change pants.
Late already! They showed up for the appointment 10 after, but the person had already left. She left a message saying that it was 10 after. The answering machine said it was 3:06. The appointment went down the drain. Strike one.
I’m at the doctor with my oldest as we both had appointments. She finished and I was waiting on the doctor. Bzz! I look at the Sidekick. “Damn it.”
I panicked as I knew Paul was picking up our youngest. “I just locked myself out of the car with the baby in it.” It’s a balmy 85 degrees here today and we know how cars get hotter than outside. Thankfully, we were finishing up when the nightmare began. Luckily, Paul remote started the car, so the car had air conditioning.
Not long after I left, another message comes in. “The remote start stopped.” This started the loud clock ticking in my head as I had to run home to get the spare keys before rescuing my boys. I’m praying for green lights and no accidents.
Just before we get home, my daughter picks up my briefcase as she was going to take it in for me. She picked it up upside down and everything fell out. I didn’t care as my son was my first priority and my obsession with organization had to take a backseat. I zoomed in the house, grabbed every key to be on the safe side even though I knew which one worked with the car, zoomed back out and took off to save my son.
Only four lights stood between the keys and my son and every one had to turn red as soon as I arrived. Finally, as I saw Paul and his car, I wildly and repeatedly clicked on the FOB until Paul opened the door. Maria, my son’s wonderful teacher, suggested us making copies of our keys and leaving them with her. Good idea.