7 deadly sins

Vainglory. Pride. I should've known these would be the ones to come back & bite me in the ass.

I'm taking this week off, to prepare for Rob's family coming to stay with us for Thanksgiving. I'm thinking of it as a trial run for stay-at-home-momhood. Yesterday went pretty damn well. Anneliese took an epic nap, I did a couple loads of laundry & cleaned the upstairs of our house while she played. Since I was doing pretty well, I decided to tempt fate & leave the house. Well not only did I manage to get my hair trimmed while wearing her, I also went to 2 grocery stores & Target. Then I got started on making Thanksgiving treats.

I was super mom.

It lasted a day.

Today I had to take Fi to get her flu booster. I look in the mirror before I left & what was looking back at me? One very red, crusty, watery eye. Great. Well of course I was already running late so I packed up Fi & took her to the doctor. I was dreading it because she usually flips out but she did great & barely flinched when they gave it to her. Alright, maybe this day wasn't going go be so bad afterall. We pack up, I put her in the carseat & close the door. I grab my driver's side handle & pull. Nothing. I pull again. Nothing. I try Fi's door. Nothing.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. I just locked my kid in the car! I ran inside, the receptionist at the pediatrician called the fire department and reassured me that this happens all the time & came out to wait with me. Of course, Anneliese is in her seat just banging her Sophie around & blowing raspberries. She was talking away & smiling at the receptionist. Thankfully the fire department came quickly (in the giant hazmat firetruck, with the lights on, and FIVE firemen) & got into my car in less than 3 minutes. The receptionist kept telling me to take a picture and put it in her scrapbook, but I really did not want to document the first time I locked my kid in the car. Not to mention, I didn't want the firemen looking at me like I was a lunatic.
 

As you can tell, she looks pretty traumatize

Anneliese is fine, as you can tell from the picture, but I'm suffering from one bruised ego. And one burning, crusty eyeball.

I guess this was a good lesson in humility. And how important it is to roll with the punches. Oh yeah, and don't close the door with your car keys in the car with your kid in it.