So, today was my day to host playdate!
I was SOOOOO excited to have the kids over, handle whatever mayhem might happen and then give them back to their mom this afternoon. We were keeping them extra long because that means my kids can gtfo of my house one day next week for that same amount of time. Like, I had brownies baking in the oven for the little girl's birthday, I made her her own clay turtle, etc etc. I was ON POINT.
Fast forward 20 minutes.
I shooed all of the kids outside (the 4 year olds and the 11 year old) minus Baby Danger. I stepped out and had everyone line up for their sunscreen application (because I am on top of things, RIGHT?!) and I sprayed them all down. High-fived the last kid I did and turned around to grab the doorknob and go back inside.
IT. WAS. LOCKED. THE OVEN WAS ON.
WTF DANGER BABY WHY?!!! JUST WHYYYYYYYYY?!!!
One second of panic. Literally, just one. Then emotion shut off and my logical brain stepped in. I ran down to the shed to get the ladder. I climbed up to EVERY SINGLE WINDOW on the 1st floor to see if we had left one unlocked and I could climb through it. There were no unlocked windows. THE OVEN TIMER WENT OFF. No unlocked windows, oven timer going off, 3 kids starting to realize that this is actually a bad situation and the baby INSIDE the house had managed to not only get INTO the bathroom, but then shut the door to the bathroom and she couldn't get out. So she was screaming her ever loving head off. OMG, PEOPLE.
Click. Beth's super brain clicked on. Me: "Hey kids, can you just walk over there by the treehouse for a second? Just a second. I just have to do something up here and I want you to be a little far away from me, okay?" *big mom smile, reassuring grin, etc. The kids walked down to the tree house. I sprinted to the shed and grabbed our loppers. I think they are loppers? The giant scissors that cut branches down from our trees. I digress.... I counted to 3 in my head and then I WHALED on that window, man. Like, it was like a scene from a movie with glass going everywhere. I reached my hand in, unlocked the stupid door, walked over the broken glass (*crunch crunch crunch*) and rescued my Danger Baby from the bathroom, where she had thankfully NOT stuck her hands in the toilet. Silver linings, people. - B
Mother and wife by day, psych RN by night. So many different ways to view life. I try to take everything in and be very slow to judge.