I give myself the 'Worst Mother of 2008' award. Award? Maybe, not, but I get it anyway...
On December 31...the last day in 2008, mind you, I decided to pay bills. I filled out all of my checks, put them in envelopes, stamped them, and then ran out to my mailbox to put them in. Colin wanted to come outside with me...but soon realized that it was pretty cold. So, as I ran to the mailbox (which is only at the end of my driveway), Colin went back into the house, closed the door...and, get this...LOCKED IT! Yes, you read correctly, Colin locked my front door. Don't ask me how, but once he locked it, he couldn't unlock it to let me back in.
So, here I am in 40 degree weather, no jacket on, only in a pair of socks, a t-shirt, and pajama pants, while my 2 year old has free reign of the house while my 11 week old was sleeping happily in his bouncy seat. I didn't have my phone with me either. My hair was a wreck, and I don't even think I had brushed my teeth yet.
I ran to my neighbors (and friend) house. She gave me a jacket to wear and let me borrow her cell phone so I could call Miguel. I ran back to my house, tried to talk Colin into unlocking the door, but he just didn't understand. He started crying, and I started to freak out. Miguel was on his way...but it would still take him like 20 minutes to get home. I ran to the back of the house to look through my back window, where I was able to see both kids. Colin calmed down. I ran through a puddle in my backyard, so not only was I only in socks, but now they were dirty, wet, socks. I was so cold!
Miguel finally made it home...I think he raced here, and let us in. I've now decided that I'm going to carry my keys and my phone with me at all times...even to the mailbox.
Do you think I won the 'award'? I do.