First Call to 911

I thought the day was going to be like every other day. My alarm going off at 5:30AM, followed by the first slam on the snooze, getting up 9 minutes later, to stumble out of my bed, looking for my slippers and creeping down the stairs in total darkness as to not wake up Thing 2. I always go directly to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Oh boy, do I need that coffee. I suck down a few swallows and head over to my computer. You see, a fellow blogger posted HER CHRISTMAS CARD on her blog and it was pretty darn cute. So of coarse I emailed her about it. She used Shutterfly. Mind you I had already picked up my two selections the day before....wasn't happy with either.....imagine that! lol Soooooooooooo.......I used Shutterfly and re-did them ( they are ok, got them today, mailing them out in the next 2-3 days) and got hooked on creating an album as well. That is what I have been doing the last 3 days. Fussing with 288 pictures. WHEW! Anyhoo.....as I am creating my latest masterpiece online (snort) I see the cat running around the living room out of the corner of my eye. I remembered the cute little cat toys that we picked up for him a few days before. HOWEVER.......I stuck one of the little toys in the drawer with the cat nip/noise maker in it once I saw Thing 2 show some interest in it. Hmmmmm......I thought as I heard squeaky sounds, Emmie must have got it back out. Hmmmmm as the horror sets in that it is NOT the new cat toy but a real mouse instead. I whip around in my computer chair, nearly falling out of it (now there's a sight for you) to see that the MOUSE is right behind me laying on the Christmas Tree skirt. First thing I think of is getting the cat AWAY from it in case it has some sick disease......I wouldn't want my precious Sasha to get sick.....but too late....either he did wound it pretty good or it was playing dead......as it lay there squeaking under my tree. YUCK! So I run to get a bucket to throw over it.......(mind you I really am wanting to run upstairs and scream at Mufasa to get out of bed but I didn't)..........and then run to find a shovel of some sort to scoop it up in. My biggest fear was that when I had to lift the bucket that he would take off like Speedy Gonzales! Thank goodness he didn't and I threw him out in the snow! THAT is how I started my day

~ SIGH ~

I load Thing 1 and Thing 2 up in the car around 2:30 to go pick Emmie up from school. It is a rainy cold day here today. Not fun in my opinion when you have to load two Things in and out of the Mama Machine. We pick Em up and she says she's not feeling the best. Great I say to myself.....please NOT the Flu again this Christmas! So I get Thing 1 out of the car, carry her in, otherwise she would jump in every puddle possible, head back out to get Thing 2, pass Thing Teen on my way in who nails me in the thigh with her book back which killed, go to get Thing 2 out and his door is locked. Try Thing Teens door.....locked...run around the Mama Machine to get in my door.....locked.....and so are the rest. By this point......I have already lost complete control of myself. You see, I can't be sure that I have really ever seen an extra set of keys for the Mama Machine. I think Mufasa has them, or that they could be in 3 places inside the house where we keep keys. I am sobbing as I run down the hallway into the kitchen, Thing 1 looks at me and begins to get very upset......I yell upstairs to Thing Teen to call Mufasa and I proceed to rip three different drawers apart in three different rooms of the house looking for an extra set of keys. Mind you, I'm not quite sure why I have become so hysterical to the point of hardly being able to breathe. Perhaps it was because Thing 2 is the one locked in the car.....the one that at any given moment can become extremely upset.......and I can't get to him. I have never been so freaked out to "really" nearly vomiting and passing out all at once. Thing Teen is talking on the phone to Mufasa and he is telling her another place to look for keys. She is looking at me like "Who are you, and what have you done with my Mother who is usually very well put together"? I run over and rip the phone out of her hands and Mufasa can't understand a word I am saying. He promises to call me right back and that everything would be ok. I'm still hysterical and I run back outside into the sleeting rain, with the house phone in my pocket, (my purse and cell phone are in the car as well) and stand outside the van and try to talk to Thing 2 though the window. Thing Teen found more keys and was trying them in the locks, and Thing 1 was screaming for Sissy from the house! ( I know people......I know) 1o minutes has gone buy and while Thing 2 is doing quite well considering the car is off so there is no video to watch, I am becoming more freaked out as the time passes. I run back into the house, call Mufasa again, search for keys again, yell at Thing Teen to please stay by Thing 2 and then it dawns on me to call 911. Mufasa says not to, everything is under control, they are working on it and he will call me right back. I run back out to the driveway, tell Thing Teen to please go back into the house to Thing 1 who is totally upset now and I am standing there under an umbrella trying to calm Thing 2 down who is now starting to cry as well. 15 minutes have gone by and I decide to call 911. I have never done this before.......the guys say "hello this is 911 how can I assist you?" I rattle off my address, (gasp) telling him I locked my keys in the car (gasp) and that my baby is locked in the car. (major gasping) Of coarse I get the "calm down , it's going to be alright".......just like on TV. We talk through it and he calls a Wrecker for me........you see....things like this don't happen to me....I didn't even know what wrecker service to call........mean time Thing 2 is very upset......I'm singing his song to him......who can remember....c'mon....anyone that has been following my blog knows! lol The Song.........You Are My Sunshine.......he calms down and we play peek-a-boo......Mufasa calls back and say he has a wrecker on the way as well. It is now 3:30.....I tell myself I will give them until 4PM.....and if no one is here by then, I will smash out the passenger side window. 3:35....the tow truck is heading down our road......I am a walking freak show at this point.....VS hood up over my head looking quite Gangster, all make up is long gone......huge red puffy eyes......my hands are shaking to the point that I can hardly hold the umbrella........45 seconds.....he pops the lock.....I throw the umbrella across the driveway....open Thing 2's door and unbuckle that boy faster than I ever have before in my life. He lays his little head down on my shoulder and I close my eyes and tell myself this will never, ever happen again. Guess you know what I'm doing tomorrow......copying keys and giving one to all my friends!

~ Sigh ~

I'm going to bed