So I'm going to share my crappy Mom moment with all of you...
I'm tired- exhausted to the very core of my being. The pregnancy, on top of full time college, on top of the house, the kids, the cattery- I don't know. I think I'm a glutton for punishment most days.
My 15 year old has been acting up this year. He's my stepson and a smart boy, but his biological mother has screwed with him for years and years and years now... Well, she started a custody battle this year- which she promptly lost- and since then, it's been dealing with teenage hormones/issues on top of him having to deal with his Mom issues. So it's been rough...
I had been waiting for a phone call from one of his school teachers to get some hard facts on some extracurricular activities he's been doing (school sanctioned, but when I was pretty sure he should be home by say 3 PM- he'd come home at 5 PM and say that he'd been practicing at the school the entire time).
So I just checked out at a store and was putting my 2 year old in his carseat- five point harness. I turn on the AC on the van first because we live in the desert and even though it was nice that day, it's a habit I've made because I'm petrified of locking a child in on a hot day. Then I buckle in my 2 year old and the phone rings- it's my son's teacher.
So I'm standing near the passenger side of the van, talking to the teacher and getting details and I guess I flipped the locks on the van- and closed the door as I tossed my phone in the car and closed the passenger door.
Locked. The van. With my purse, phone, and most importantly of all- two year old son buckled into the 5 point harness!
I try not to panic- I start trying to open all of the doors. They are locked. I yank at the doors- damn things won't open. I see an old man walking to his car and I frantically ask him if I can PLEASE use his cell phone- he says he doesn't have one (doesn't offer any help or anything- just pretends he doesn't notice that I'm frantically trying to get into my car).
My two year old is finding this a bit hilarious. He has a movie on in the car, he has the AC on- he's pretty comfy. I point and mime taking off his seatbelt, but since he's never been asked to do it before and he's never learned (and my 5 year old cannot pop the button on HIS five point harness)- he just looks at me like, "What's your problem?"
I see two ladies sitting in a running car up by the front of the store, so I run up there and ask if I could PLEASE use their phone.I don't know the protocol since the A/C is running, so it's not a genuine emergency, so I call 311 who patches me through to the fire department. They say they will be there in a jiffy.
So there I am, outside BIG LOTS- of all places- almost dissolving in tears- trying to talk my 2 year old, who for the most part was amused, into taking off his seatbelt and unlocking the door when the big fire truck pulls into the parking lot and I flag them down.
Thank goodness, long story short- they managed to pop the locks themselves- even though one fireman kept telling the other to give it up- he'd never pop a brand new car (it's like 2 years old).
But pop it, he did!
And the firemen were all very kind and understanding. I felt like such a dumbass.
So my 2 year old told them thanks and they rode off...
WHAT A DAY.