I cannot document everything with pictures. This morning was one of those moments I don’t want to remember with pictures. After having both Friday and Monday off from work and finally being home with out business travel, we were back into our normal morning routine. A routine I love. At least most mornings I love it.
Everything was going smooth with out a hitch this morning. It was about 7:40AM. The girls were dressed in their matching spring outfits the Easter Bunny delivered them. Hunter had emptied the dish washer and practiced his piano. I actually had make up on and was ready for the day. Hunter put Anika into the car. I walked around to the other side with E, opened my door, started the car and closed the door to open E’s door and put her in her seat.
That is where the morning went wrong.
We have a computerized lock system in our vehicle which is a new thing to us as we have only had this vehicle for a couple months. I never actually put a key into the ignition. I do have this key chain thinga magigy that electronically lets the car know if it is in range or not and the vehicle starts if that it is in range. That was in the car on the console, along with my phone and coffee. I suppose this fabulous computer system thought I was in the car now so when I closed my door to open E’s door, it promptly LOCKED the vehicle with Anika in her seat inside and the vehicle running.
The little black button on the outside of the car did not open it like it is suppose to with the push of the button. Every door was locked even the trunk. E said “Call Daddy!” I went inside, grabbed the home phone (a great reason to not just have a cell phone but keep your landline home phone) and did just that, called Daddy. Nathan quickly came home while calling our lone local locksmith, Pete.
Pete was soon on his way out of town, doing his second job of driving our local senior citizen bus but would come right over to help.
Pete knows us well because after all he had been to our house once before to do this same thing only with E in the car when someone else had locked their keys in their car. That person will go unnamed but I tend to take after him.
And so we waited for Pete. Anika had not eaten breakfast and now had spit out her nuk. She was a little hungry and was becoming unsettled. Anika soon realized that we were standing OUTSIDE the vehicle watching her, not getting in while she was INSIDE looking at us.
She started to cry with big, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Our baby rarely cries and that face broke my heart! I played “patty cake” her favorite game and pushed my face against the window so she could see I was as close as possible to her.
Hunter, rather than continue to watch the morning drama, decided to walk to school. He is a boy. E stayed by Daddy’s side.
Within 10 minutes, Pete arrived. I already had a check in my pocket for him and was ready to pay him to work a miracle…at least it was a miracle in my mind at that moment. We proceeded to watch Pete break into our vehicle in less than thirty seconds with a metal bar, not breaking anything. It wasn’t a miracle to him, just all in a day’s work.
Nathan said “this makes me wonder why we even lock our vehicles because if someone really wants to get in, they will”.
Then we all breathed relief as I got Anika out of her seat, gave her back her nuk and held her. She was her happy self again and I was frazzled but thankful for Pete the prairie locksmith in his Ford Aerostar minivan that can break into anyone’s vehicle in less than thirty seconds, even those crazy computerized cars that lock themselves!
As Pete walked away he said “Have a good day. It will get better.”
Thank you Pete to the rescue!