Thursday, February 4, 2010

What A Night

We had quite the night last night. It was oh so fun and I feel that I must share it with you all.

Preston and I did some running around to the grocery store, my sister's place, and then picked up dinner on the way home. Don't act surprised. I hate to cook and love to pick up dinner. I'm all over that every time I think I can manage it without feeling guilty later.

So we arrive home and Brad heads outside to help me unload Preston, dinner, and the groceries. I only have so many arms you know.

He leaves our front door wide open. You know the norm when you're about to be making several trips in and out of the house. Preston races up to the door with me as I head two steps into the house to set my purse containing my house keys, my car keys, and my cell phone inside so I can help Brad unload. I'm sure you see where this is going.

You don't? Well read on!

Preston is jabbering away and I'm listening but I'm really not. After all there is a little bit of a drizzle and I want to unload the car quickly, I am hungry and dinner is now waiting for me. Preston mentions closing the door and locking it and I just nod my head and say, "uh-huh, okay baby."

I really should have listened to him.

Brad and I both turn as we hear the front door close. Brad laughs as Preston announces that the door is now closed and locked. Brad then looks at me and jokes, "I hope you have your keys." You know assuming that of course I do, I did just get home.

Guess what? I don't. Remember I just set them in the house. On the opposite side of the door. Literally two steps into the house. So that I could help unload the car. Lovely.

We are of course now locked outside in the rain. And the dark. With all of our groceries. And dinner inside the house sitting on the stairs next to my purse, keys, and cell phone.

Did I mention that Brad was in his jammies? No? Well he was. Obviously that means he didn't have his keys or phone on him either.

Brad then spent the next I don't know five-ten minutes in denial. Refusing to believe that we could really be locked out of the whole house. There had to be a window open somewhere. Or a lock undone. It couldn't possibly be that we were completely locked out.

It was. I'm a crazy person about locking things. Our windows are always locked unless I have them open. And they are not just locked, I put sticks in our windows too. I even lock our doors every time I close them. It's habit. So there was no chance of the back door being unlocked either. But still Brad checked. What can I say...Safety First? Really it's that I watch way too many true crime shows and I have officially decided that crazy people are everywhere and so I lock up obsessively to keep them out. Don't judge me!

I'm pretty sure after circling the house three or four times, Brad finally muttered something about me locking our house up so tight and that it is just "psychotic". I'm going to go ahead and let that one slide since we were locked outside, you know in the dark and rain without even so much as a cell phone to call for help on.

Never fear, this story does have a happy ending. One that doesn't involve breaking a window or calling a locksmith. I not only lock our house up but I also lose my house keys fairly frequently inside the house, car, and once in the garage even. So I keep a spare set at my parent's house. I ran over and borrowed our neighbor's phone and my Mom headed over with our salvation.

In case you were wondering, Preston was having the time of his life. In fact if I didn't know any better I would have thought he'd done this on purpose. He was racing around the house all excited with Daddy when Brad was checking for a way in. He'd pulled his outside trucks out to play. He was mowing the lawn with his lawnmower. He was thoroughly enjoying being locked out. What's a little rain after all?

Brad is now trying to insist that we hide a key somewhere. Which I am adamantly against. Ummm hello, doesn't he realize there are crazy people out there? I'm pretty educated on this, I do watch Criminal Minds after all.


Summer said...

I also lock every door/window/etc all the time. But, I am also notorious for losing keys or locking myself, I always make sure my neighbor and my parents (and a few friends) have keys just in case...haha....Never can be too careful.. :)

Katherine said...

That is a fabulous story! I watch too many crime shows too so I feel your paranoia! Glad your story has a happy ending!

Amy said...

What a night, but what a good story! I am crazy about locking doors, too. I can really see this happening to me at some point!

Aleta said...

OMG - Greg leaves doors unlocked and it drives me up a wall! I'm like you - I lock all the doors and windows. I like having a secure house! But... one good thing, we have the code keypads on two deadbolt doors, so we can get back inside without a key. Lol.

Shelle said...

Oh no! That is something that I am always afraid I am going to do! And your hubby was in his pj's too funny! Glad you were able to get back inside without breaking a window!

Hope you have a great weekend! Visiting from SITS!

Kelly Jo @Typing One Handed said...

Feeling your pain- I have locked myself out (can't even blame the kids)! I was nine months pregnant in 95 degree weather, crying to get into some AC. My husband still teases me about it. It's been three years.
Stopping by from SITS, love your blog!

Sally said...

And, I thought I lived in Fort Knox. hahaha Cute story, happy ending!!

Here from SITS also.

Have a wonderful weekend. God bless.

Domrese Family Blog said...

We did this too, this summer. We got locked out of our house with not only the 6 of us, but my brothers family (making it 11 of us locked outside). We DID have to call a locksmith to get back in. The good news? When Dan was gone for 8 weeks, I felt totally safe. We couldn't even break into our house and we know every trick! I feel completely safe!