crazyness and friendships

so i went to costco this evening to stock up on essentials (beer, cheese) before my parents and Mike's parents show up for the weekend yard-work marathon, no biggie, right? Right, except that when I got home the garage door wouldn't open... not responding to the remote in the truk, nor the one in the mini, nor the one mounted to the wall next to the garage... so I go for the front door, unlock, push... whoops, security bar is in place, not goin' no-where... head for the back door... same deal, unlocked but security bar in place (we're nothing if not safe)... no way in. I called Mike on the cell (he was at work), he hopped on the motorcycle and came home to find an open window to crawl into.

Luckily he did find one, which he crawled thru and promptly closed and locked behind him (remember this, it becomes important later)... he goes out to the garage, figures out what's wrong with the garage door opener, fixes it (the power cord had wiggled loose, he zip-tied it in place) and voila, I have a way into the house!!! Hooray, the cheese is getting warm, and the last thing we want is warm cheese! I begin unloading stuff but in the meantime I send my 3 year old inside to take of his pants that he has wet because he couldn't get inside to the potty (poor thing), but he comes right back out and gets naked in the garage... gotta love naked time. So, with a load of costco sized groceries I go for the door from the garage into the house, which my son had JUST (not 30 seconds before) come thru with his naked little bum waggin in the wind... but it won't open. It feels locked. Get key, unlock, still won't open. It's completely screwed.

Now we're outside (in the garage) with a naked 3 year old, melting eggo waffles, and remember that window Mike had climbed in? Right... its' no longer open, the wonderful and efficient man has locked it up tight. At this point I am so frustrated that I'm asking Mike to kick in the door. He doesn't (smart man) and goes searching for another open window... and luckily he finds one, goes around and un-does all of the security bars before removing the handle from the door so it can be opened at all.

That was my evening. My mood was tanked, I was pissed at the door, pissed at the groceries, pissed at the fact that Mike had to leave work to rescue me...

Luckily I found a note that I'd been given earlier in the day from a very special and wonderful woman thanking me for being a good friend to her and it reminded me that things are no where near as important as people.

I'm lucky to have good friends, two healthy beautiful children and a wonderful partner.

now I just need new locks.

*sigh*

Posted by Lexy at May 24, 2005 09:56 PM