Not quite ready to laugh...
Yesterday I experienced another "first" as a mom: Blake locked me out of the house.
I won't bore you with all of the details, but yes, it probably comes down to my making the poor choice of leaving both kids inside while I went outside and my misjudging Blake's current abilities when it comes to working the locks on doors.
To re-enter the house I had to climb through our bedroom window. I'm left with several bruises; a road rash of sorts on my knees, thighs, stomach, and arms; and a damaged ego.
After making it back into the house I called Nate to vent a little bit. He listened patiently, but (wisely) waited until he was home and I was completely calm to remind me that the hidden spare key does indeed open the back door too....
I won't bore you with all of the details, but yes, it probably comes down to my making the poor choice of leaving both kids inside while I went outside and my misjudging Blake's current abilities when it comes to working the locks on doors.
To re-enter the house I had to climb through our bedroom window. I'm left with several bruises; a road rash of sorts on my knees, thighs, stomach, and arms; and a damaged ego.
After making it back into the house I called Nate to vent a little bit. He listened patiently, but (wisely) waited until he was home and I was completely calm to remind me that the hidden spare key does indeed open the back door too....
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And, how's the cat?