I can't remember doing it with the last pregnancy...but maybe that's because I'd already done it once when I was still unmarried? Or maybe I just forgot about that one.)
I've done it again.
Me and the kids pull up at the mall to do my annual bulk barn and dry sausage run at the mall (it being farmer's market Wednesday). I put my keys in my purse, opened up the door, hit the unlock button (so I thought--but I actually pushed it the OTHER way, which is lock!) and stepped out to open the hatch at the back. I shut the door. (Usually I double check where my keys are, or hang them around my neck because I JUST KNOW I'm gonna do it to myself again sometime.) I try open the back of the van.
No go.
It's locked!!!!
Out of my mouth a bad word leaps forth (with the back window open a crack this is bad for young ears! :o ).
Once my pounding heart subsided, some logical thinking began...and the problem was solved in less than two minutes.
FORTUNATELY Nathan is no longer a baby. He is also in a booster seat. He can undo the seat belt, get out entirely unaided. The solution was simply a matter of instructing him to get out, climb to the front of the van, and push the unlock button I was pointing at.
The van is unlocked. I lunge for my purse (and keys), and thank my oldest son profusely!!
(Can't wait 'til next pregnancy. ;) )
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