TRUE STORY: I was locked out of the house by my three year old.
After a rather wonderful morning at the Phoenix Zoo we were able to avoid the dreaded car naps and make it back just in time. Those two hours of bliss are rare. I thought that surely after running around and hitting the slash pad that we were headed toward the golden ticket = duel naps.
As always I let Raymond out of his car seat and place my backpack(with keys and cell phone) down on the kitchen counter a mere two feet away from the garage door. He was looking awfully tired so I told him to go upstairs to use the bathroom and that Em and I would meet him up there to get ready for nap time. I turn around to grab Em and heard that awful noise of the deadbolt locking into place.
Surely my ears were playing tricks on me so I grabbed Em and went back to get her inside.
Well, as I hear his tiny feet thump up the stairs I find that NO that was the deadbolt. The deadbolt was locked and my son is now upstairs proving that he did listen… except for the mere fact that HE LOCKED US OUT OF THE HOUSE.
In true form I shared the below after successfully getting back inside the house on my Facebook Page.
REAL LIFE
Was just LOCKED out of the house with Em without a phone in the garage for 45 minutes.
After getting back from the Zoo.
Raymond dead bolted the door walked upstairs used the bathroom and then waited for me to tuck him in for nap time. Good news(?!?) is our house is impossible to break into without breaking a window.
I could hear him calling for me to tuck him in outside-yet the constant doorbell ringing and banging on the door didn’t appear to be something he should check on.
Em and I were sweaty and pissed when Raymond FINALLY after screaming/ringing doorbell/ kicking door for 45 minutes meanders his way downstairs and unlocks deadbolt and asked where we’ve been.
Like, no big deal.
I’m done.
Raymond:1 Mom & Em: Negative Bazillion
Apparently we live in a fortress.
A FORTRESS ruled by a threenager.
I will never get locked out of the house again. Promise you. But? That was a serious MOM FAIL. There are so many bad things that could’ve happened. I could hear him calling for me to tuck him in THE ENTIRE forty-five minutes we were stuck outside. Had he been quiet, I would’ve thought of the numerous bad things that could be/are happening and would have sincerely broken a window. I am thankful that he finally started listening and came down to see, “Where we’ve been.”
You can’t make this stuff up.
So there, I’m sharing a definite mom fail today. Please tell me I’m not alone. Would love to hear any stories you have about possible “face palm” situations. I know we’ve all been there.
