Well, it is official...I deserve the "Mom of the Year" award. Here it is...I will let you decide!
On Friday, Samuel and I were at the new apartment. We were moving over the last couple of boxes before all the big furniture came on Saturday. We were done hauling and I had spent some time unpacking. I had some empty boxes that I wanted to take back to the house and thought it would be easier if I ran them down to the car then came back up to grab Samuel before we had to head out. Since he was busy watching Elmo and I would be less then a minute I figured he would be fine.
I grabbed my car keys and ran out to the car. Upon returning to the apartment, I went to open the door and "bam". It was locked. Samuel had watched me multiple times lock the dead bolt after Mike leaves, I guess he thought he had to do the same. So, here I am outside the apartment, Samuel is inside along with my keys and cell phone. What to do...option A...knock on a neighbors door to use their phone and get a hold of Mike...option B...run up to the office and see if they can get me in. I decided that since that was not the intro I wanted to the neighbors and there was no guarantee Mike would be available I took off sprinting to the office. They luckily had a key and Samuel luckily only did the bottom dead bolt. I opened the door, out of breath, panicked and Samuel was sitting ever so nicely on the couch watching Elmo. He looked at me, smiled and said "dada!"
If that wasn't enough for one week...Monday morning we went to playgroup. After group, Samuel was exhausted and I figured he would be sound asleep before we hit the end of the drive. I put him in, threw my purse in the passenger seat while I was buckling him and let him play with the car keys until we were ready. Mistake number 1...he somehow managed to hit the lock without me hearing it. When I tried to take them away he screamed and threw them. They ended up landing in the drivers seat and I figured good enough. I closed his door and went to get in...locked out again! Yet again, Samuel, my keys and cell phone all inside. I ran back in grabbed a cell phone and called 911. They ended up responding and also sending a company called Pop-a-Lock. If I were you, I would look up their number and memorize it. They are a national company that will respond to emergency situations when children are locked in cars. I guess it happens often...makes me feel a bit more normal. They were there within 10 minutes and had it unlocked within 10 more. Samuel was a bit more upset with this. He continued to look at me and gave me the cry that said, " I can see you, why don't you pick me up?" I felt awful.
Too say the least, I don't let my keys out of my sight. I know this happens to a lot of people, but I feel like the worst mother in the world. Samuel seems to have recovered just fine, hopefully I will soon. In the meantime, I have called the apartment complex about getting the keys to unlock the bedroom and bathroom doors...just in anticipation.
On Friday, Samuel and I were at the new apartment. We were moving over the last couple of boxes before all the big furniture came on Saturday. We were done hauling and I had spent some time unpacking. I had some empty boxes that I wanted to take back to the house and thought it would be easier if I ran them down to the car then came back up to grab Samuel before we had to head out. Since he was busy watching Elmo and I would be less then a minute I figured he would be fine.
I grabbed my car keys and ran out to the car. Upon returning to the apartment, I went to open the door and "bam". It was locked. Samuel had watched me multiple times lock the dead bolt after Mike leaves, I guess he thought he had to do the same. So, here I am outside the apartment, Samuel is inside along with my keys and cell phone. What to do...option A...knock on a neighbors door to use their phone and get a hold of Mike...option B...run up to the office and see if they can get me in. I decided that since that was not the intro I wanted to the neighbors and there was no guarantee Mike would be available I took off sprinting to the office. They luckily had a key and Samuel luckily only did the bottom dead bolt. I opened the door, out of breath, panicked and Samuel was sitting ever so nicely on the couch watching Elmo. He looked at me, smiled and said "dada!"
If that wasn't enough for one week...Monday morning we went to playgroup. After group, Samuel was exhausted and I figured he would be sound asleep before we hit the end of the drive. I put him in, threw my purse in the passenger seat while I was buckling him and let him play with the car keys until we were ready. Mistake number 1...he somehow managed to hit the lock without me hearing it. When I tried to take them away he screamed and threw them. They ended up landing in the drivers seat and I figured good enough. I closed his door and went to get in...locked out again! Yet again, Samuel, my keys and cell phone all inside. I ran back in grabbed a cell phone and called 911. They ended up responding and also sending a company called Pop-a-Lock. If I were you, I would look up their number and memorize it. They are a national company that will respond to emergency situations when children are locked in cars. I guess it happens often...makes me feel a bit more normal. They were there within 10 minutes and had it unlocked within 10 more. Samuel was a bit more upset with this. He continued to look at me and gave me the cry that said, " I can see you, why don't you pick me up?" I felt awful.
Too say the least, I don't let my keys out of my sight. I know this happens to a lot of people, but I feel like the worst mother in the world. Samuel seems to have recovered just fine, hopefully I will soon. In the meantime, I have called the apartment complex about getting the keys to unlock the bedroom and bathroom doors...just in anticipation.
