You know, I don't even have the energy right now to come up with a "tip" number. Someone pass the wine, please.
As you know, Jill's been sick for most of the week. She's (finally - knock wood) fever free, she just has a bad head cold. Me and Matt on the other hand... Matt felt warm to me this morning, I told him I wanted to take his temp and he went into a panic. So I said, "Matt, I'll take my own temperature first to show you that it's not a big deal." Well, guess what? My temperature is 100.7. Guess I wasn't imagining that sore throat and fatigue after all. And yeah, Matt has a temperature, too.
Anyway, getting to that tip - My brother and sister-in-law are coming over in a bit to pick up a sand and water table for my nephew that my kids outgrew. I hadn't been outside all day, so I figured that while the kids' pizza for supper was in the oven, I'd shoot outside and drag the sand and water table up the hill onto the patio, to make it easier for my brother to get it out to his car. Jill wanted to come out too, but I told her to either take her socks off or get shoes, so off she went, and I popped outside. Next thing I know, Matt's outside with me. As I said, he's not feeling well, so I got the table up the hill and ushered Matt up to the house. All of this took a minute.
Jill was standing on the other side of the door - IN the house - with a sly grin on her face. I had a sinking feeling, knowing there was pizza in the oven. I tentatively tried the door knob. Locked. Mumbling curse words under my breath that would shock everyone that knows me, I went and futively tried the front and basement doors. Of course they're locked, too. Wonderful. Back up to the door, where with rising panic as I saw the timer on the stove counting down, I tried to explain to Jill how to unlock the God-forsaken door. She just started to cry, said, "I can't do it!" and ran into the living room. *sigh* "JILLIAN, COME BACK!! THERE'S PIZZA IN THE OVEN!!!" I cried, to no avail. The pressure was too much for her, I think. And I can't say that I blame her, I was nearing tears myself!
Now I can smell the pizza burning. No smoke yet, thank the good Lord. I ended up prying my nails under the screen on the kitchen window, lifted Matt into the house, and he proudly unlocked the door. The pizza was a goner. Never stood a chance. Thankfully, though, I got in before it really started burning.
As I slumped down at the kitchen table and resisted the urge to put my head down and cry, I heard Matt take charge: "Jillian, come here. I'm going to show you how to unlock the door, okay? See? See? You just turn this button, okay?"
So long story short, the moral to this little tidbit is to NEVER EVER leave a toddler in the house, for any reason, no matter how short the time. This all happened in a ten minute period, with me being out of the house for less than a minute before I came up and realized that Jill was in there alone and had locked me out. Little stinker. I think early bedtimes for all are definitely in order tonight.
3 comments:
Oh no!! Josh locked himself and Aldria out of the house not long ago, thankfully our door is the kind where you turn the knob it unlocks.
That's the worst feeling in the world! My Jill did that once when I was unloading the groceries. My heart stopped and then I realized I still had the keys in my pocket. Now I never walk out the door, even for a second, without my keys.
I hope you've recovered! Very resourceful using Matt to help you break in.
That is the worst feeling in the world. When our triplets were two years old, they once locked me out of the house when I had run outside to grab some cheese out of our outside refrigerator for a grilled cheese sandwich that I had cooking on the stove, IN THE HOUSE.
I was six months pregnant at the time and was ready to break a window to get back inside. Thankfully, before the shovel came in to contact with the window, I realized that our back sliding glass door was unlocked.
And that is the reason we now have a hide-a-key outside...!!
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