Ohhhhhpen the door!

We keep a pretty tight schedule in the morning.
DH gets the kids up at 5:10 am while I jump in the shower.
He feeds them breakfast and gets them dressed while I get ready for work.
And, 3 times per week, he goes to the gym at 6:00 am.
Between 6 and 6:30, I finish getting ready, pack my lunch, make my coffee and we’re out the door no later than 6:40.

Sounds pretty routine, right? It is.

Until this morning.

I always take my stuff to the car first (purse, laptop, supplies for daycare) and then come back in the house to get the kids.

I did the same thing this morning. Except, when I tried to come back in the house, the storm door was locked.

With both kids staring at me through the glass.

I kept pulling on the door hoping, just hoping, that maybe it was stuck?

“Oh, who am I kidding? The damn door isn’t stuck. One of the kids just locked me out of the house”!

Christopher! Turn the lock. Tuuuuurrn the looooccckkkk. C’mon buddy. Be a smart boy! Just reach up and turn the lock.

Kendall! Open the door, sweetie! Ohhhhpen the dooorrrrrrr.

My mind starts racing.

My neighbor has a key but not to the storm door.
Are there any other doors open? No, of course not because I just walked through to make sure everything was locked.
If I call DH, will he answer his phone? Probably not. Who carries a cell phone with them when they are at the gym?

OK. Worst case, DH will be home in 30 minutes. Oh good God! Can I really sit on the front porch for 30 minutes and watch the twins destroy the house without being able to do anything about it?

Meanwhile, the twins are getting restless. Christopher is just staring at me, nose pressed against the glass with this look like, “What in the world are you doing? Why aren’t you coming inside”?

Kendall is getting upset and starts crying. She doesn’t understand why I’m playing this game.

“Stop your crying”, I snap. “I’m the one that’s locked out!”

Ok, think Suzanne. Think.

I look at the kitchen window. It’s a box window and the bottom of it sits just above my waist. I know the one storm window doesn’t quite lock all the way. I wonder if I can pry it open from the outside?

I worked my fingers around the edge and one corner starts to give a little.

And, then I pry it open just enough to get my fingers in. And, WHA LA!

It slides up and I’m staring at an open window!

OK, that’s great but, how am I going to climb in? I looked around the front yard and briefly thought about pulling my car into the front yard so I could stand on it.

Because THAT wouldn’t attract ANY attention.

Finally, I see a flower pot. The flower pot that I totally wanted to plant flowers in but instead, it’s growing a nice, lush clumping of weeds.

I flipped it over and tried to stand on it. Well, teter is a better word.

Like a circus bear on the high wire.

And then I think to myself, “Really? You pick TODAY to wear white pants”? Seriously.

I fling my left leg over the window frame and for about 10 seconds, I’m standing there straddling the window.

I can’t believe I’m doing this right now.

I’m able to touch the kitchen floor and I hoist myself up and into the kitchen.

Tah Dah! And for my next trick…..

And, just like that, we’re back on schedule and in the car by 6:45.

Don’t mess with a Mama of twins. We know how to keep things rolling without missing a beat!