We went to one of the neighborhood pools today, but not the one near our house, so I thought it’d be easiest to just throw the kids in the van and go. We had a great time swimming, and there were no fights when it was time to go. I got Dallin and Parker in their seats, with seatbelts on, of course, then shut the van door.
It was like slow-motion. As I was shutting the door, I saw that all the locks were in the down position and my keys were sitting on the driver’s seat. It was too late. I locked my kids in the van. Again.
After several unsuccessful attempts to get Dallin to somehow escape from his seatbelt (dang five point harness! You and your safety!!), I realized that I had a key ring in my hand. It didn’t have an extra key to the van, but it DID have a house key on it (with the pool and mail keys), so I decided to run home and grab the extra set of keys.
The important word here is “run”. I don’t run. I’m fat. I’m out of shape. I was wearing a very wet bathing suit, a towel loosely wrapped around my waist, and flip flops on my feet. This was not going to be fun, but I was starting to freak out about my kids being in the van with no windows open at noon in Arizona. I started to run. I decided to take what I thought would be a short cut, but found out later I would have been thwarted by a very high wall. I would have climbed it, I’m sure. What a sight that would have been! As it was, I was very out of breath and trying to keep my towel on my waist, when I saw a woman watering some plants outside her house. I can only imagine what I must have looked like as she said “hi” and asked me if everything was okay. She also acted as if she knew me, so I asked her for a ride to my house and back to the van. I explained the situation (and introduced myself… her name is Erica and she goes to my church, so I guess she kind of DOES know me… her kids do anyway. heh), and she dropped her water hose, grabbed her keys, and we were out the driveway before you could say “911”.
I’m thinking I need to make some cookies for her today. I seriously must have looked like some kind of deranged freak, but she was more than nice, more than willing to help, no hesitation. Some people are just nice.
And some people (cough*me*cough) are complete idiots. I think I should get one of those magnetic keyholders that you stick under your car.