Me: "Matthew, did you have fun at the grocery store?" (I set Matthew down on the floor and put my purse on the table and a bag of groceries on the counter)
Matt: "Hi Dat! Aaaahhhhh!!!!" (Matt quickly waves to the cat and then goes running to the kitchen with some weird battle cry and then collapses on the floor)
Me: "Alright, Mommy's going to go out and get more groceries from the car. I'll be right back." (I exit through the garage door and hear tiny steps running around. I grab 5 bags and reach for the door. It's locked. Seriously??)
Me: "Alright, Mommy's going to go out and get more groceries from the car. I'll be right back." (I exit through the garage door and hear tiny steps running around. I grab 5 bags and reach for the door. It's locked. Seriously??)
Me: "Matthew open the door for Mommy!" (I hear him fiddling with the knob and see it twisting as I'm pleading with him)
Matt: "Mama?" (giggling)
So this goes on for a few minutes as I stand there and wonder how on earth he locked the door in the first place and then how he did it so quickly because I wasn't gone very long. In futility I tried to explain to him how to unlock the door all the while knowing that I was screwed. I made a quick round around the house just in case I had left a door somewhere unlocked. Nope. I have no keys, no phone, no spare key hidden anywhere, my groceries are wilting and melting with every second, and my son is beginning to whine pathetically at the door because he realizes Mommy is not coming back inside. On the plus side, the sun is actually out for the first time all day. It's 5:00. I look across the street and see that my neighbor is home so I tell Matt I'll be right back and then I sprint to his house. Using his phone I called Steven at work and asked him to call his mother (who praise the Lord is in town AND has a key to our house) since I didn't have her number memorized. He chuckled and said okay. Thanking my kind neighbor I ran back to our house and situated myself on the back patio where Matt and I could talk through the glass door. He was hysterical, and I could hear his sobs as I approached the house. He was splayed on the glass door, sweaty, red and puffy, and snotty-nosed. I did all my best mommy tricks; even blew bubbles, but he still couldn't calm completely down. About 10 minutes later Joyce walked in and saved the day! Thank you!!! Matthew collected himself pretty quickly, and we all recovered just fine.
So I guess I need to stash an extra key outside somewhere, huh? Good heavens. What a day.
3 comments:
I would say this is one of the best stories yet! That'll teach Matthew to lock Mommy out. Or will it?
You poor thing, Tricia.
Oh my... I can't believe he did that to you! What did you do to offend him so? Did you not buy him that box of Fruity Pebbles at the store??
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