Well, actually, it started much earlier in the day than that.
Rob called me from work this morning to let me know that he had accidentally taken both sets of keys with him and was concerned that Charlotte and I wouldn't be able to go play with our friends. No problem! I located the spare car key and retrieved the spare house key from its outdoor hiding place. I put both in my pocket and we continued to get ready to leave the house.
I got Charlotte dressed and fed, switched the laundry, did the dishes, brushed our teeth and hair and then decided to change my pants. (Some of you can already see where this is going- but just wait- it gets better. Also, the reason why I had to change my pants is a whole other story- but would surprise absolutely no one who knows how I can be.) So, clean pants, diaper bag, book for storytime, and Charlotte in tow and out the door we go... now where is that car key?!? DOH!
Yup, I thoroughly locked us out. Even the hidden key was locked in the house. I called Rob to share in the experience and we had a good laugh about it. Then I called to say we wouldn't make it to playgroup. Charlotte and I found many ways to entertain ourselves- we went to the park, read our book, played in the leaves, picked flowers, and worked in the garden. Luckily the weather was gorgeous and I even had the camera in the diaper bag so we took some fun photos. Then after 4.5 hours, Charlotte started to fuss. She was understandably tired and hungry and I had no way to help her, so I called our friend Kristen.
Kristen came over and kept an eye on Charlotte while I worked on breaking into the house. Rob had done this once before (pre-hidden key) and had told me on the phone what to do. I won't go into details- because it would be pretty dumb to tell everyone on the internet how to break into my house- but I will say that it involved a very tall ladder.
I hate ladders. They are right up there on my list of things to have nothing to do with- along with ferris wheels and those really tall slides at carnivals. Kristen offered to do the climbing, but I felt that it was my baby that needed to eat and so up the ladder I went! And, thankfully, made it into the house without injury. It had never felt so good to be in my home as it did right then.
There is no moral to this story- unless you feel like suggesting one. Just thought I'd share it.
Here are a few pictures from our morning out...