Thursday, January 31, 2008

Just Call Me Lucy

Wade says that living with me is like living out I Love Lucy episodes. He's right - I have the worst luck. Which brings me to Tuesday...



On Tuesday morning, I decided to take Clayton for a bike ride to the park. By the time that we got to the park it was really windy and cold. So, I let him play for a little while and then we headed home. On the way home, he was riding downhill (with the wind at his back) and started going REALLY fast. He lost control and lifted his feet off of the pedals. I sprinted as fast as I could. It was the worst feeling in the world! He was terrified and I couldn't get to him fast enough. He was headed towards a 4 way stop, and ended up wiping out right in the middle of the street. Luckily, there were no cars and he only scraped his chin a little bit. (Good thing I am a helmet nazi!) In true Clayton fashion, he wiped his tears and rode his bike the rest of the way home.

When we got home, I took the garage door opener out of my pocket and pushed the button. The door didn't go up. Strange... I pushed it again, and again, and again. No luck. I know what you are thinking, just call Wade and get him to let you in. Which would be great, except that Wade was in New Orleans. So... I sat on the porch totally defeated and on the verge of tears. Clayton stood in front of me motioning to his back. He said (in his best Diego voice), "Mommy, I got my rescue pack! I have the tools to help us!" I couldn't help but to laugh...

My nextdoor neighbor went to buy me a battery. But... it didn't work even with the new battery. So, I ended up calling the man that we are renting the house from. He left work and brought over his key to let us in.

So, the moral of the story is "never leave home without a real house key." Also, "never forget your rescue pack." :)

2 comments:

Matt & Cindy Fleharty said...

Sarah. You are too funny. Love ya

Kati said...

Oh no! What a horrible situation! We used to do that all the time growing up!