SugarHouse Mama

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Bad Luck is Extending Beyond Cars

The adjuster came out this morning to look at Robert's car.

I thought it would be best for me to be there too - explaining damage, answering questions, acting as a second set of eyes. You know.

It was really cold and Adjoa opted to stay inside. Can't say I blame her.

After some time, the adjuster said it was borderline. He wanted to run some numbers and do some calculations. He said I could go inside and he'd come knock on the door when he was done.

So I headed inside. But the door wouldn't open. Adjoa had locked me out. I had the spare car keys - which didn't include a spare house key.

"Don't you want mommy to come inside????" I asked shivering.


I spent a good 30 minutes trying to explain to Adjoa how to UNlock the door. She wasn't really getting it. She just kept twisting the lock the same direction and messing with the door knob.

The adjuster came to the door to tell me they were going to total the car. Bummer. Bad luck wins on cars, for sure.

He looked at me quizzically and asked if I needed help.

"Oh, I'll just run to the neighbor's house and use their phone," I assured him.

I went across the street. They weren't home. Awesome. Robert didn't have a house key because he had taken the rental car keys to work.

I was totally locked out of my house. I had tried every door and checked the windows. My phone was inside. I was in my yoga clothes. Wearing Robert's coat. My slipper boots, and then Robert's slipper's over those. I looked awesome.

Anyway. Two hours later I made it inside. Adjoa managed to unlock one of the windows. I was able to drag one of the incredibly heavy iron chairs over to the window and shimmied through.

I think bad luck is spilling over into other areas of my life. That, or I'm just dumb, and the only mother in the world who would not think to take a house key with her as she stepped outside!

But hey, call me if you are locked out. Key? i don't need no stinkin' key!

P.S. I'm still in my yoga clothes.


moliver said...

Oh I feel your pain. Logan locked me out of our condo when he was 2 1/2 and Jace was 2 months. We had an upstair unit so I couldn't get to a window. He didn't know how to unlock the door and was freaking out! I finally got to a phone and waited for Bryan to get home. Two years later, Logan is just barely getting over his fear of being in a room alone with the door closed. That is enough to scar a child, that's for sure. I'm glad you were able to get in the house. I hope the bad luck stops there.

FullPlateMom said...! I'm glad you're alright and not a popsicle! She could have locked herself in the running car, my friend's almost 2-year-old just did that while mom was walking around the other side of the car to put this little girl's 7-month-old brother into the car.
How scary!


disabilitydiva said...

Oh I'm SO sorry. Panic!! But I think this also means you truly are a mother. It's a rite of passage maybe?? I think every mother has an experience of being locked out. Something two year olds like to do maybe? BAJA locked the car door as I was opening it an when I shut my door to get him the car beeped and locked. I spent 10 minutes explaining how to open the door. So sorry. What a rough week!!!

Jen said...

It happens but is one of those things that only happens once! We have all been through it. I am so glad you finally got in though! What a relief!