How to break into my house

This morning I was trying to go to the bank and dollar store (yes, this is where I SHOP) before Nikki came over for noon. Cason had a pretty big sleep in but it was still within reach. Then, Kiara dumped milk all over her super cute outfit.



So I had to change her.

She's totally checking herself out in the full length mirror, scary.

While changing, Nikki called to cancel. She's heading to the beach (oh beach, how I miss you!) with her sister. No biggie. Bean changed, Cason's ready, phone rings. Lincoln wants to come over and use the computer. But he can only come over IMMEDIATELY. I told him that I almost had the kids out the door and I didn't want to lose my momentum. He's coming over tomorrow instead. Kids out. Tried to unlock the doors using the fob.(I have been having so many issues with this little piece of convenience) Fail. Open the front (car) door, unlock the other doors and throw my purse and keys on the seat as per. Go to open the back door. Locked. Try to open the front door. Locked. First thought, "don't panic. Call Cory, they have an extra set of house keys, Matt's car keys are in the house" (Thank GOD he left his keys. He NEVER does that! I have never been so grateful in my LIFE) Wait, my cell phone is in my purse. In the car. That I just locked. Okay, go to Danielle (neighbour), see if she could watch the kids while I break into the house. Get to the gate. Zeus is on the loose. I will not enter there with him out, holding 2 children. Not gonna happen.



Back in our yard, put Cason on the grass, pray he won't eat anything and go to get the ladder out of the garage so I can bust in through a window. Garage is locked. For the first time in MONTHS. Think. The table that I put outside for Kiara! Perfect. Move it to the office window, pry open the storm window, rip the screen off and start trying to open the main window. It's stuck. I'm wiggling my finger in the small crack (that's what he said!) and nothing's happening. Kiara keeps trying to get to me, I keep hoping that she won't fall on Cason. I'm sweating. Shaking. Nervous. What if I can't get this open?! Are we gonna camp and not eat until Matt comes home? Wait, I won't be able to pick him up from the airport! I push at the top, I push at the bottom, more finger wiggling, FINALLY, it starts to move. "Dear sweet baby Jesus in the hay let me get this!" Open all the way. Now I need to get in. I felt like a whale trying to get in through a service elevator. I was not exuding grace at this moment and you guessed it, I got stuck. There I am, half in, half out of the window on the side of my house. Ass in the air, I KNEW I looked redonkulous. I had to giggle at the site people driving by on the road would be faced with. Managed to get all of me in. Dirty and a little scraped. Couldn't get the storm window back on. It's still sitting on the side of the house.
I'm so resourceful.