Y’all are not gonna believe what a spectacular idiot I am. Actually, maybe you might. Yeahhh you probably might. Anyway, I meant to show you a cute 32-week bumpdate picture today and am instead showing you this, a picture of me and my asshole car an hour after I LOCKED MYSELF OUT OF IT. With the keys in my hand. And the car running. Allow me to set the scene.
I picked Harrison up from daycare and went to turn the AC on to get it cooled down while I loaded him in. Nice plan, right? I thought so too, until I reflexively shut the driver’s door with him still on my hip and every. single. door. locked. Yes, even the trunk. Yes, I checked. Apparently it’s some keyless remote start safety control? Anyway, Harrison and I were locked out. My purse was locked in. My phone was locked in. Literally everything except the baby, the keys, and me were trapped inside of the very very locked car.
One full hour after several calls to Daddy using daycare’s phone and countless failed attempts at entry in the 100-degree Texas, the damn thing unlocked. I still don’t understand how said unlocking happened, witchcraft probably.
That’s all, that’s the end, I’m too tired and sweaty to think of a moral to this story other than DEAR SELF KINDLY BE LESS STUPID MOVING FORWARD, thanks.
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