Wow, today has been interesting, and its only 9:30. We left for school this morning, I was in a hurry as I was supposed to have a dentist appointment at 8. As we were leaving, I heard the garbage truck coming so waited. Oh he loved me for that. Tuesday mornings, if we time it right, he watches the garbage man come into our cul de sac--always the same guy --who always waves and honks his air horn which just makes Z so excited. (Am so sure our neighbors appreciate that since its at 7am)
Anyway I digress.
Garbage man comes and goes and I tell Z its time to jump in his car seat. As I am strapping him in, I put my keys in his cup holder which he immediately picks up and throws over to the drivers side. No big deal. Strap him in, shut the door, go over to my drivers side door.......
......and realize it is locked. Run around to Z's door.......
........which is also locked.
We sometimes keep our back door open for the cats so I ran in the house to find the spare key, all the time realizing that I have no idea where it is since I have not seen it since we moved.
Course my cell is in my purse, which is also in the car. We don't have a working landline so I run next door and borrow the neighbors phone (who are just waking up probably due to aforementioned garbage truck air horn.
Call the police, they patch me to the fire department who tells me to make sure no on breaks the window and they will be right out. (Didn't call AAA since they typically are a 30-45 minute wait)
Nice fire truck drives into the neighborhood, complete with lights and sirens. Five guys get out and go to work on my car. One guy is calming me down, since I was hysterical, and said he has plenty of air (gee thanks, I'm not that bad) and they weren't really worried about it unless it was hot. I apologized several times and did explain I called them cause I could not wait for AAA, he said they have the same kits as AAA and not to worry....but that I needed to go get a spare key, ya think????
They get into my car in 5 minutes or less and I grab Z out, who is happily waving at the firemen through the window and showing them his blankie.
Get him out so he can watch the firetruck leave, completely with blaring back up lights etc.
I am guessing he hit the lock on the door when he got in and I just didn't see it.
Course I got him to school and he ran around to tell ALL his teachers that the fire truck saved him today. Oh and the garbage truck was there too.
Gee, what a bad mommy moment. Sigh.