...and mother of the year goes to...

...me.

So last week we had our first big dump of snow. Cali had been so good all day so I thought that she could play in her exersaucer while I went outside for a few minutes to shovel off the walk. I positioned her in front of the storm door so that we could keep on eye on each other while I was outside.

Anyway I was outside happily shoveling as Cali played. Once I was done I walked up to open the storm door. It wouldn’t open, the handle would turn but the latch wouldn’t release. I guess the cold froze it somehow. I freaked out… I didn’t know what to do. I tried prying the door open with my shovel, then I tried with a pen (that’s all I had in my pocket). At this point Cali was ready to see me up close and started to cry.

I ran over to my neighbor’s house, she wasn’t home. Then I thought I would try my friend, Danielle’s 3 blocks away; at one time they had a spare key. I ran there as fast as I could in all my winter gear. I was glad to see that they were home. To my dismay they had recently moved and didn’t know where the key was. Luckily enough Michelle was there too and drove me back to my house while Danielle called a locksmith.

After we arrived Michelle calmly suggested a back window. So I ran around back and ripped the screen off the window. Since we don’t have crank windows I was able to break in. In my state of mental panic I was about ready to jump through the window when Michelle reached inside and unlocked the door.

I ran inside, grabbed Cali and began to sob. I had never been so happy to hold her in all my life, and let me tell you I barely let go of her for two days. Cali was fine, just a little sad. That night Ed replaced the handles on both of the storm doors and bought a keypad for the lock. What a great guy, huh?

I hope that never happens to any of you, but from what it sounds like everyone has a incident like this.