I called 911

Well I know I said I was thinking about hanging up my blogging keyboard but the universe had something else in mind. The events of yesterday are too good not to share. Just be warned when you first read this story you will think, "Umm, actually this is horrible..." You will be correct but the ending is happy and sort of funny.

Yesterday started like all of my other days as supermom. I managed to get out of bed. I also managed to drive B and myself to music class, or at least the parking lot. I rummaged around preparing my diaper bag supplies, made sure I had my car keys securely zipped in the inside pocket, locked the car door, and (OH SHIT!) closed the door. Not only did I forget my entire bag, keys included, inside my secured vehicle but I also forgot MY CHILD.

PANIC PANIC PANIC OMGOMGOMG.

I tried all of the doors, like maybe just this one time the power lock system had failed. Nope. B could see me through the windows and commenced screaming. My first thought was to break the window. My second thought was that I actually have no idea how to break the window. My third thought was to call G. I hung up before it even started ringing once I realized he and my spare car key were on the east coast.

I tried to be rational. What would a rational person do?? How am I supposed to know that!!??

Last time I locked my keys in my car I didn't have a kid yet but I did have a AAA membership and the guy came right out and saved me. Maybe that would work again! I called the local AAA office thinking I would outsmart the automated system that would surely re-route me to the mid-Atlantic office based on my area code (how I could be completely panicking and think of this I don't know). Of course I reached a machine that invited me to press 1 for... well, I never found out what for because I hung up. I didn't have time to talk to a machine. My kid was screaming and it had to be hot in there. PANIC PANIC PANIC.

What do people do when they are panicking?? Cry! Yes I did that. Then I called 911. I thought surely this was an overreaction, as I am prone to overreacting, but at the time I didn't care. I needed my baby out and I didn't care if they yelled at me for abusing emergency services.

Proving again that I have no idea what is an over- or under-reaction, the nice man on the phone calmly told me that I would be #1 on the priority list since this was a true emergency and the nearest police officer would be on his way immediately. Did this calm me down? Nooooo. Now that I knew it was a true emergency and I should have called 911 sooner, I sobbed and called my mom.

Before my emotions could really spiral out of control the nice police officer pulled into the parking lot, looked at my car, said in a slightly judgmental tone "ah, this should be a piece of cake", and opened the door to my thief's dream car. I grabbed my screaming baby in my arms, and sobbed out apologies. He stopped screaming immediately when I released him from his chains. He didn't care at all about my reticence but just wanted to go and see the nearby trees. Luckily he was totally unscathed and still a nice normal baby temperature. I thanked the officer, made a mental note to forgive my last encounter with an officer which resulted in a speeding ticket, and we headed in for music class only 2 minutes late.

Later that day I texted my friend who I consider supermom, hoping she would tell me this was normal and happens to everyone. Instead she replied "Oh, that was you?? I heard about that on Facebook." She even provided evidence. I hate Facebook.