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Wednesday, March 7, 2012
P Is For Panic
Yesterday was trash day. As usual, no one took the garbage can or the recyclables to the curb. In my haste to beat the trash man, I left the house without my keys. I thought I would be fast enough and Ryker would not know I left the house. I was wrong. I tried to open the side door. It was locked. Panic swept over me. What if Ryker turns on the stove? What if he grabs a knife? What if he swallows the glass cleaner? What if he falls into the toliet? What if the dingo eats my baby? I do not have a cell phone, there is no hidden key, and I do not know any of the neighbors. Besides, most of them were probably at work. I knocked on the door and yelled "Ryker, open the door!" I banged harder. I could hear the panic rise in my voice. "Ryker, open the door." I started thinking "Is there a window I can crawl through? How long would it take Bill to come back? Do I know how to pick a lock? Do any of my neighbors know how? How am I going to get in?" Then I heard it. The sound of the door unlocking. Music to my ears. Ryker was able to unlock the door. I was so relieved and next time, someone else can take out the trash.
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7 comments:
This is my first visit to your blog.
Oh, how I remember those days! Panic was a mode I was in at least once a week. The panic will subside. The worry never will.
Love the name Ryker, by the way.
This is one of my greatest fears. Another is that JDaniel will be the one to lock me out as a game.
I felt so bad reading your post, but glad everything worked out for you. I too would be in a panic.
Never underestimate the power of an uncluttered mind!
Hehe! I remember one time I had to get my garage door fixed. As I was in the garage with the repair man, I heard the unmistakable "click" of my daughter locking the door that leads into the house. She was 3 at the time! Luckily, she unlocked it for me when I knocked on the door. She thought she was so funny! grrrrr
No kidding!!! I'd be freaked out too. So glad it worked out OK. You might think about hiding a key somewhere outside for times like this.
Oh Becky, I know this panic. Exactly.
After this happened when my children were small I hid a key outside.
They got taller and learned to turn the deadbolt. It was quite funny to them but each and every time my heart would beat into my throat and I would panic, too.
I'm glad this ended well with your sweet, obedient son!
Thanks for the walk down memory lane this week.
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