We have locked ourselves out of the house at least 6 times in the past year. Luckily, Chris has always been able to save the day–but this morning he was at work and I found myself in the car wondering why our keyless car wasn’t starting when I pressed the button. In denial, I kept pushing the start button while simultaneously pushing the thought out of my mind that I left my keys inside of house that I locked minutes earlier. A sick and sleepy Greta was already to go, strapped in her car seat and we weren’t going anywhere…but we couldn’t stay in the car all day either. I left Greta strapped in, hoping Chris had accidentally left the back patio door unlocked from grilling last night. Nope. The side door? Also locked. Dang, we’re so responsible. I had no other option but to start checking the few windows within my reach. We are a one car family, so calling Chris at work with no option of him coming home to rescue me would do nothing but worry-damage.
Ah-ha! The front window was left un-locked. It was a good 5 feet up, but this was my only way in. I shimmied it open as far as I could, trying to keep a grip on the smooth glass and then wondered how I was going to boost myself up there. My plan became to plant my hands on the sill and jump as high as I could and lock my elbows until I could somehow swing my long legs passed my arms and into the 2 foot opening. What was I thinking?! I am not a gymnast or an athlete. The doubts all became very clear when I couldn’t keep my elbows locked for more than 2 seconds and teetered stomach to sill for a moment longer and then went crashing face first into our home with my arms still pinned at my side. My nose took the brunt of it. The blood started gushing and my whole face was burning. I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed a stack of napkins for my nose and found my keys on the counter. The sight of them made me so mad–at them! This inanimate object I wanted to throw across the room because how could they not have found their own way into my purse. Once I made sure I had my keys in hand, I locked everything up and went back out to the car to call Chris. “I think I just broke my nose.” And then the tears started and I could hear Chris getting worried, so I corrected, “I meant to say, we really need to figure out a place for our spare key. ” Cue whole story you just read.
So while we may not go for the obvious rock, announcing to the world where we are hiding our spare key is almost as ridiculous as hanging both house keys on the same ring. Let’s just count this as a friendly reminder to make sure you have a spare available in case of emergency–there are some great tips here. Not everyone’s nose is a resilient as mine. ;)