Locked Out

      Another mishap. 

    Either I'm the most clumsy person ever or the most unlucky person alive. I went out to let my house dogs out to pee and told my toddler it was too cold for her to come out on the porch. Of course she was angry and didn't understand. To my dismay she slammed the door which somehow locked the door. Imagine, I was in my yard in shorts, house shoes, tank top, and no coat in this cold weather. What should have been a few minute task turned out to be a learning moment. I had to stack items against the house and climb in through the window. My mind was racing because I thought Taylor might get into something. I do have cabinet locks  and baby safety crap everywhere. Baby gates block her from the kitchen, bathrooms, and laundry room. My mom brain was frantically trying to process what to do. 

    I could see her inside from the window. She had climbed up on the couch and was drinking from her sippy cup waving at me. It's funny now, but I was in complete panic during this whole situation. We have a few cameras around our house and this whole scene will forever be archived. I'm sure I had a whole slew of curse words that dripped out of my mouth like verbal vomit. By the time I was able to get into the house, Taylor had fallen fast asleep on the couch with a slight grin on her face. She is the most precious person, but man does she test my patience sometimes. 

    Lesson learned. I will bundle her up from now on and take her with me outside on the porch. I'm sure she will come to dislike this as the cold weather gains its momentum. I cannot risk getting locked out in the cold again. I spent the next hour sitting in front of the gas logs trying to soak in the heat. My fingers were numb for over an hour and when they had thawed out they hurt. 

     Locked out.... 

     At one point in time we would hide a key outside. That would completely help if I could remember where we had put it. With my luck it would probably be the wrong key. We have changed our locks so many times due to people making copies of our originals. My grandmother has a key but she thought she might lose it, so she made ten copies. Once we learned that she had done this we replaced the locks. She also loaned the key to a family member that is questionable. It's strange having a random person say, "It's okay I have a key."  It is NOT okay that you have a key.