Yesterday was an interesting day. Princess Nagger and I had a 8:00 am dentist appointment (both of us for our semi-annual teeth cleaning). This gave me the opportunity to do a ‘test run’ to see how my non-morning person munchkin could handle getting up at 6:30 am and be ready to walk out the door at 7:30 am – since her bus will be picking her up at about 7:30-ish every morning beginning Wednesday. She was quite the (tired) trooper, so here’s hoping she’ll do a repeat performance Wednesday morning, too. Minus the tired part.
At the dentist, they wanted to do X-Ray’s on her mouth…she immediately started to cry. She hates that little cardboard thing they stick in your mouth – I hate that part, too, that sucker can hurt! So they acquiesced and agreed to not do the X-Ray, they’d just clean her teeth…which worked like a charm. She inherited soft teeth from me, so she had some fillings about a year ago, and one of them needs to be re-done…so since she’ll need laughing gas to get through that without bursting our eardrums with her drama queen screams, they’ll just slip in the X-Rays at that time.
After we got home, we decided we should make a trip to A.C. Moore to get a cool name sticker thingy to put on her back pack. In my hurry to leave without the dogs slipping out the back door and making us give chase to round them up to put them back in the house while we were gone, I didn’t notice I grabbed the wrong set of keys.
The door had barely closed (firmly) behind me when Princess Nagger expressed concerns that she left her little toy dinosaur she got from the gift basket at the dentist within reach of the dogs. She was afraid it would become a doggie toy, so I turned around and tried to unlock the door to go rescue it to safety. It took me a minute to realize the key wasn’t fitting in the lock…and noticed that I had grabbed the set of keys that had the Summer House key on it, not the house key.
I peeked in through the window of the back door and sure enough, my ‘regular’ keys were still hanging safely on the hook. We were locked out. That wouldn’t have been too much of a problem, except that I didn’t put the puppy in the crate since we weren’t going to be gone that long, and hubby wouldn’t be home until after 8:00 pm since Monday is his ‘late’ night. And my laptop was in the house this time, not the Summer House, which meant I wouldn’t be able to while away the time catching up on blogging. Not to mention there’s no bathroom in the Summer House.
What to do.
Gotta break in.
Don’t want to break the back door window, because that would shower broken glass on 3 eager doggies looking at me expectantly waiting for me to open the back door. Or result in an ER visit if I slice up my hand or arm on the glass. I can never get hold of hubby at his desk at work, because he’s never at his desk. He wouldn’t be home for another 8 hours. Don’t want the puppy wreaking havoc (and peeing and pooping all over the place as he roams free).
Gotta break in.
I’ve mentioned before that the windows are 7 feet tall and 3-1/2 feet wide. Luckily we have a window air conditioner in one of the living room windows so that technically makes a window available to shimmy through, but only if Princess Nagger is on board for being hoisted up to the window. But first I have to see if I can get the ‘wings’ of the air conditioner loose to make room…and slide the air conditioner out of the way so there’s enough space to get PN to shimmy through to opening.
I need to find a ladder, or something to stand on, because the bottom of the window is at least 6 feet from the ground. And I’m only 5’4″. Give or take 1/4-inch. Well, OK, not give.
Where’d hubby stash the ladder?
Not in the shed, but I spent half an hour in there rearranging some things so my path will be clear to get to the fall decorations in October.
In the barn? Can’t find it.
The recycling bin looks like just about the right height. Flip it over, and carefully stand on it. Just right! Now to make sure I don’t fall on my face while I try to pry open the ‘wings’ of the air conditioner, and try not to dislodge it so it comes tumbling out of the window onto the ground…or on my head.
Finally! Got one side of the ‘wings’ pried open, and had just enough leverage to slide the air conditioner to one side…now we have a nice ‘hole’ for PN to climb through as long as I stand on the upside down recycling bin and lift her up to the ledge. I could fit through, but without the ladder I can’t get high enough to try. PN is my only hope.
She’s protesting. She doesn’t want to do it. She starts to kick and scream when I pick her up and try to cajole her into climbing through the window. She wants none of it. The dogs are barking
ferociously wildly from inside the partially open window.
I scoop her up and get her feet up to the ledge…she’s kicking and screaming “NO!!! NO!!! I don’t want to!!!” as I’m trying to reason with her and explain that it’s our only option and there’s no turning back now that the window is open. I’m hoping that no one calls the cops because of breaking and entering and/or child abuse. I didn’t want to end up getting locked up after getting locked out.
Her legs are through the window and I finally push her up high enough so her butt is on the ledge, then hold her above my head as she slides through…success!!
After rescuing the dinosaur and properly crating the puppy, we were finally ready to go. After all that trouble? A.C. Moore didn’t have PN’s name in stock.
We did, however, stop at Home Depot and have another house key made. Now there’s one on each key ring so if I grab the wrong ones again in the future, we won’t have to worry about breaking in. You know I’ll never grab the wrong keys again now that there’s a house key on that key ring. Murphy’s Law.
Update to the teacher conundrum – I spoke with PN’s Kindergarten teacher last night and she suggested I speak to the new teacher and see if any of my concerns are put to rest by a conversation. She said that if I don’t get the answers (or response) that I want or need, to then contact the principal, since they’re all about the best interest of the child. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do today…I’ll keep you posted.
Speaking of starting first grade, hubby took PN with him on some errands Saturday and asked her if she’s excited to start school. This is the conversation he relayed to me upon their return:
Hubby: “Are you excited to start first grade next week?”
Hubby: “Why not?”
PN: “Because Kindergarten was fun, Mrs. E was a fun teacher. First grade is going to be serious business.” *heavy sigh*
OK, so I’m not quite as Random today as normal. Or abnormal. But I’m sure you understand. If you want the best randomness in the blogosphere, head over to the Un-Mom‘s where randomness abounds unabated.