The Worst Day Ever in the History of Ever.

In CategoryNavel Gazing
ByDeb

Okay, so here’s what happened.

As you know from my previous whining, Jim has been out of town all week on some stupid restaurant tour business trip. I have been hesitant to take the kids swimming while he’s gone, because they are fearless in the pool, but their ability does not quite match their confidence.

In other words, they spend the whole time actively trying to drown themselves. It works out okay when we can play man-on-man, but with Jim gone, I had to implement more of a zone defense.

(I don’t even know. Did I get that right?)

ANYway.

The kids were going stir crazy, so about 4:30 Wednesday afternoon I summoned up a little courage and took them swimming.

(Oh – no one drowns in this story, so don’t start crying or you’ll miss the part where I deserve all your pity.)

We swam for about an hour and then everyone got hungry (especially me because for some reason I forgot to eat both breakfast and lunch. That never happens. I expect to wake up a Super Model any day now), and we went back in the house for dinner, baths and bedtime.

Wait. Did I say we went inside?

HAHAHAAAaaaaaaaaaaYeahNO

We tried to go back inside, but this house has sliding doors. The owner has cut big dowels that fit down in the door track to protect us from axe murderers.

Perhaps you can see where this is going.

After we went outside, the dowel fell back down into the door track, and when I went to open the door….

Right. We couldn’t get in.

So there we were. Wearing nothing but bathing suits. Just the three of us. All alone. Locked out of the house. In 100 degree weather. In a strange city. With no water. And no key. And no phone. And no shoes. And in a backyard surrounded by a six-foot high fence.

Just give yourself a minute to absorb the horror. Go ahead, I’ll wait.

Did you get the part where I was wearing nothing but a bathing suit?

After a I spent a minute or two in my head giving myself a pep-talk that panicking would probably not solve this problem, I turned to my wide-eyed kids, stroked their tear-stained faces and said, “Okay, lovies. Let’s figure this out.”

I walked all around the house, which has a lovely gravel edging. Not river rock gravel, either. The really good sharp stuff. It’s pointy.

Did you get the part where I was barefoot? And there are cactus every damn place?

I inspected the windows, and even took off several screens to see if any of them were unlocked. Of course they weren’t unlocked! Nervous Nelly makes sure all the windows are locked! You can’t be too careful! Axe murderers, you know.

Then I circled around again, this time evaluating the windows to see which one looked like a good candidate to be broken. I finally decided that the bathroom window was a possibility. It’s high, it’s small, and I could easily patch it until A Guy came to fix it. The window turned out to be double-glazed, with a UV coating, and probably has some kind of fancy-ass energy efficient gas between the panes. Looked expensive. Not to mention that this plan basically meant I’d have to break the window into the tub, then shove Big in there to land on a giant pile of shards and hope he could limp to the door and let me in before he lost too much blood.

I decided the better thing to do was escape the backyard and find help.

Did you get the part where I was wearing only a bathing suit? And the part where the fence is taller than me? And the part about the bathing suit?

So I dragged a bunch of crap out of the way, pulled over a lawn chair, told Big to look out for his sister, and hauled myself over the fence, landing ever-so-gently on more pointy gravel and yard decorations.

I had to knock on three doors before someone answered. A very kind retired couple, who will be receiving thank-you flowers, called a locksmith for me and gave me some water to take back to the kids. At this point it was 7:30 and we had been locked out for around two hours. The babies were starving. They weren’t too scared or upset anymore, for which I am taking all the credit because I somehow managed to keep a mostly calm exterior in the face of what was pretty much a FREAKING NIGHTMARE. I can only attribute this to having SUPERHUMAN MOM POWERS.

The locksmith had to drive from Wyoming or someplace, because he didn’t show up for nearly an hour. The instant he saw the lock he said, “oh.”

Which meant only one thing – dollar signs.

Two hundred and sixty dollars and 45 minutes later, I finally got the kids in the house, shoveled some dinner down their beaks, and chucked them into bed. Poor babies.

It’s now 12:51 in the morning and I am trying to decide if I should try to go to bed, or if I should stay up in case the locksmith made a copy of the key and has designs on my computer or super tempting not-size-8, old-lady-swimsuit-clad bod. Maybe I’ll check Pinterest to see if I can fashion a weapon out of an empty Pringles can.

On the bright side, I can now confirm that the dowel-in-the-door-track is, in fact, an effective barrier against axe murderers.

12 Responses to “The Worst Day Ever in the History of Ever.”

  1. Ingi Says:

    OMG – you make me laugh!! This is seriously the funniest post I’ve read all week (and I’ve read a lot). Oh – sorry. No. It’s not funny at all, and I feel for you with every fibre of my body. 🙂 or 🙁 depending on how you are feeling!
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  2. Applie Says:

    What an event. Glad you are safe back in side. What I want to know is, why doesn’t the back fence have a gate?
    Applie´s last blog post ..Birds in the Yard

  3. Tressa Says:

    Hahaha! No. I am not laughing. You had a visit from the deployment gremlins. (that is what I call them). It sounds like you handled it like a champ. It does suck though. I am sorry.

    Remind me to tell you about the time I called the cops because I was sure there was an axe murderer on my roof.

    You deserve extra ice cream!

  4. hi kooky Says:

    I’m with Applie – who builds a fence without a gate? I guess it’s to keep out axe murderers too.

    So sorry you had that day. WOW. And thank God for the couple who answered the door!
    hi kooky´s last blog post ..the awkward business of raising adults

  5. Kristy Says:

    I reiterate what I said yesterday…you crack me up. You are quite a storyteller. It sounds like a super awesome evening. Jim owes you a nice dinner out.
    Kristy´s last blog post ..The Decision Has Been Made

  6. Deb Says:

    There IS a gate, but it was locked from the outside with a padlock. I didn’t put that in because I was rambling on as it was. There is also more about how I got freaked out because it took the lock guy so long and I didn’t know what he was doing out there with my key, so after he finally left at NINE o’clock, I took the kids to WalMart to buy one of those security bar thingys that go under the doorknob like you have when you are an old lady, but they didn’t have one. I don’t come off so heroic in that bit.

  7. Rose Says:

    I don’t know whether to laugh or cry for you! I’m very glad that you all stayed safe but what a story….That definitely blew your weekly budget didn’t it?
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  8. Nan | wrathofmom.blogspot.ca Says:

    I’m struck by three things:
    1. you are a very funny writer,
    2. you are good under pressure, and
    3. you are renting a house from people who are paranoid. A lock on the outside of the backyard fence? REALLY?
    Nan | wrathofmom.blogspot.ca´s last blog post ..Bacon Porn. I’m Over It.

  9. Melanie Says:

    Poor Deb! Deployment gremlins are the worst. The WORST.
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  10. SaraB Says:

    Oh Deb. That is like my worst nightmare, come true. I think that one deserves a drive to the liquor store for some “cooking tequilla” (that’s how we fool our kids because we don’t want them to know we occasionally have an adult beverage. Clearly I have lingering issues from growing up in a Fundamentalist home)

  11. Diane Says:

    I know that was horrible for you but it has made for your readers a very entertaining post.
    Blessings
    Diane
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  12. Julie Says:

    First of all, I could actually feel your panic when you realized you were locked out. This is SO something that would happen to me. Second, yes, it is amazing what we can handle when we are responsible for little ones. We become SUPER MOM! Also, you deserve chocolate. Big time.