(this is long, but totally "blog worthy")
It's Friday. Fridays are supposed to be chill, fun, and stress free...right? Am I missing something today? Sure Blondie was up between 3 and 4 am saying "have to" over and over, and The Man flew to Nor Cal for a meeting early this morning, but it was supposed to be one if those "chill" Fridays. I thought I had all my bases covered. Blondie was going to play with Audrey while I went apartment hunting. We are all ready to go at 9 and not bad timing if you ask me, but where the crap is my phone? I'm looking everywhere I can think of before I instant message Mandy to see if she can call it. She calls and incidentally, it had fallen out of my pocket in her car. It's okay though, Mandy calls Tiffany and we are out the door.
After casually viewing 6 apartments in the pouring rain Mae and I were about to pick up Blondie. Thankfully the baby is sound asleep and hasn't minded too much that she has been strapped to her seat for the past 2 hours. I click her seat into the back, throw my keys up front, shut the door, and wait...what...it's locked? Why is my door locked? Are you kidding me? All the doors are locked? I have locked my little baby in the car. Of course, I don't have me phone, and The Man is in California.
Frantically, I run into the random leasing office and explain my situation. My heart begins to race and my hands start to tremble. She gives me the yellow pages and a phone then goes out in the rain to check on sleeping Mae. The yellow pages are a blur to me and the writing blends together. I call Eric and he can't talk. He tells me to call a locksmith. The locksmith on the phone tells me that Volvo's are extremely hard to get into and suggests that I call the police. What? The Police? Yeah, right. There has to be another way. I try my insurance agent...answering machine. Isn't this why we have an AGENT! "Like a good neighbor?" I call Volvo, but we are not under warranty. With all my resources exhausted I call the Police and talk to the dispatcher. The leasing agent comes in and tells me that little Mae is awake and screaming. She gives me an umbrella and I go out to stand by my car with my screaming baby trapped inside.
She is bundled in the only winter coat I have for her the hood is on her head. I know that she is sweating to death as the tears are pouring down her cheeks and her legs are frantically kicking. She is hungry (it's been 4 hours). My heart breaks as I feel totally helpless. Minutes pass and I eventually see a police car pulling in to the parking lot. A short manly-looking woman pops out and I am not relieved. She informs me that she has no tools, but someone is coming. She says that had it been summer she would have busted my window. Really? As if in (112 degree) Phoenix weather I wouldn't have? She checks all the doors and I am totally annoyed. We stand in silence. Then here it comes....
Yes, the fire department in a big red truck. Four huge guys jump out. One is carrying a case that he pops open. In my sad situation I almost laugh. If it weren't for my screaming baby in the car I would have. It's hilarious and I don't know what to do so I put my umbrella over his head. At one point I swear I saw him hold out his hand and say "Scalpel." After trying to hit the unlock button and pull at the handle, another guy gets a wire and grabs my keys off the seat. He pulls them up and wedges them out the forced opening. I swear that my window is going to shatter. The door pops open as I shove my way to unlock the back and rescue my baby. She is sopping with sweat, hungry, and has a nasty diaper. She shudders and I kiss her all over.
Of course the fireman can't leave it at that. I can't just have a happy reunion. I get a lecture. A huge one about how I need to run right to the hardware store, get a copy of my key, and a magnetic box to put it in. Again, about how if it were summer there would have not been much time. I know that he is required to give me a talk so I just nod my head.
Before taking off, I change and feed the baby. When I come to a stoplight water pours in from above and can see the sky through the seal of my door...great.
After casually viewing 6 apartments in the pouring rain Mae and I were about to pick up Blondie. Thankfully the baby is sound asleep and hasn't minded too much that she has been strapped to her seat for the past 2 hours. I click her seat into the back, throw my keys up front, shut the door, and wait...what...it's locked? Why is my door locked? Are you kidding me? All the doors are locked? I have locked my little baby in the car. Of course, I don't have me phone, and The Man is in California.
Frantically, I run into the random leasing office and explain my situation. My heart begins to race and my hands start to tremble. She gives me the yellow pages and a phone then goes out in the rain to check on sleeping Mae. The yellow pages are a blur to me and the writing blends together. I call Eric and he can't talk. He tells me to call a locksmith. The locksmith on the phone tells me that Volvo's are extremely hard to get into and suggests that I call the police. What? The Police? Yeah, right. There has to be another way. I try my insurance agent...answering machine. Isn't this why we have an AGENT! "Like a good neighbor?" I call Volvo, but we are not under warranty. With all my resources exhausted I call the Police and talk to the dispatcher. The leasing agent comes in and tells me that little Mae is awake and screaming. She gives me an umbrella and I go out to stand by my car with my screaming baby trapped inside.
She is bundled in the only winter coat I have for her the hood is on her head. I know that she is sweating to death as the tears are pouring down her cheeks and her legs are frantically kicking. She is hungry (it's been 4 hours). My heart breaks as I feel totally helpless. Minutes pass and I eventually see a police car pulling in to the parking lot. A short manly-looking woman pops out and I am not relieved. She informs me that she has no tools, but someone is coming. She says that had it been summer she would have busted my window. Really? As if in (112 degree) Phoenix weather I wouldn't have? She checks all the doors and I am totally annoyed. We stand in silence. Then here it comes....
Yes, the fire department in a big red truck. Four huge guys jump out. One is carrying a case that he pops open. In my sad situation I almost laugh. If it weren't for my screaming baby in the car I would have. It's hilarious and I don't know what to do so I put my umbrella over his head. At one point I swear I saw him hold out his hand and say "Scalpel." After trying to hit the unlock button and pull at the handle, another guy gets a wire and grabs my keys off the seat. He pulls them up and wedges them out the forced opening. I swear that my window is going to shatter. The door pops open as I shove my way to unlock the back and rescue my baby. She is sopping with sweat, hungry, and has a nasty diaper. She shudders and I kiss her all over.
Of course the fireman can't leave it at that. I can't just have a happy reunion. I get a lecture. A huge one about how I need to run right to the hardware store, get a copy of my key, and a magnetic box to put it in. Again, about how if it were summer there would have not been much time. I know that he is required to give me a talk so I just nod my head.
Before taking off, I change and feed the baby. When I come to a stoplight water pours in from above and can see the sky through the seal of my door...great.
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