Mom•Logic's Jackie: It was the moment I discovered I am SO not in control.
My 3-year-old was on the couch sick with a fever. My husband had just left for work. The doorbell rings.
As I run to the door with my 2-year-old, I see the pool repairman through the glass. Ugh, I forgot he was coming. I run outside to lock up the dogs so he can make his way to the pool in the backyard. As I run back to the porch with my bare feet on cold cement and sweats that I wouldn't be caught wearing even at the playground, I discover the front door is locked.
OMG.
There's my 2-year-old peering through the glass giggling. When I say (as calmly as possible), "Honey, turn the handle and let Mommy in," he replies with, "Peekaboo, Mommy!"
My quick thinking makes me run into the backyard and over to the pool guy to use his cell phone and call my husband to come help. But fortunately--before he had time to turn the car around--my singing "turn the handle, turn the handle" to the tune of "Frere Jacques" did the trick, and the little rugrat let me back in the house.
That'll teach me not to have a hide-a-key. Are you prepared?
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