Dramatic Moment of the Month

I guess I was due for another one.

Another what?

Oh,

just another "worst-mom-on-the-planet" moment.

Ha.

But really it wasn't funny at the time,

and I am only recording it now because my sweet neighbor convinced me that it will indeed be humorous in a few years.

One of the most annoying things about my parent's new home is their doorknobs.

(and hey-no offense mom and dad if you're reading this)

Their knobs are the kind that,

when locked,

can turn on the inside but not on the outside.

I have accidentally locked myself out one too many times because of this.

Because I thought the door was unlocked...because the handle turned for me.

Well that's exactly how our front doorknob is,

and the other day Tank had to do his daily "business",

so I went out with him.

He finished and we turned to go back inside...and couldn't.

Oh my gosh.

I now know what that "mother-bear-i will-kill-to-save-my-baby" feeling,

feels like.

I had a mini panic attack and tried to use my super-human momma strength to tear the doorknob from the door.

It didn't work.

I then frantically went to the window, located next to the door, and tore the screen from it's frame,

desperately trying to open the window.

Of course it was locked (because I'm a freak like that and don't open windows).

At this point I can hear him screeching and crying,

and I'm just glad that I put him on his back before I took Tank out,

and didn't leave him on his tummy.

I tried to talk to him through the door,

but realized that was pointless.

I had left my phone and my keys inside (because who needs those when you go 10 feet from your home to give your dog some relief?!).

So I rushed back down my stairs and across to my neighbor, Margaret's, home.

I had met Margaret the previous day,

and she had seemed super nice.

(she had told me she was 93 years old-wowzer, huh?)!

Anyways,

so I went and knocked on her door and as soon as she answered,

I burst into tears; my meltdown had begun.

Haha.

I'm surprised she even understood what was going on when I asked if I could use her phone to call my husband,

between giant sobs.

She was so sweet and went immediately to grab her phone,

invited me inside,

and even held Tank while I called.

The best thing about Kevin's work here is that it's right down the street,

within 5 minutes from our place.

He came quick.

And I was once again reunited with my sweet baby boy.

I scooped his sad little self off the floor, 

held him tight, 

and just bawled.

Kevin gave us kisses.

laughed and told me it was okay,

and then went back to work.

All very traumatic I tell you.

I have yet to fully close our door when I take Tank out during the day.

And I always take either my phone or my keys in my pocket.

Just in case...ya know?