We seem to have a problem with doors in our house. And it seems to be the “Adults” who have the problem. I used to think that as the kids grew up, less and less of my belongings and property would be broken by my children. Silly me!
A while back, I told you the story of “The Admiral” and the oven door. Well, “The Admiral” is now the father of two of my beautiful grandchildren. “Mini Me” and “The Admiral” work full time and rather than dishing the grandkids off to a daycare, I agreed to babysit full time. Periodically during the year, I have extra hands around the house. During school breaks the boys are home to annoy the kids and rile them up. Of course, “Max” loves to be around her aunt, “The Blonde”. I usually don’t have a problem letting her head out somewhere with her aunt, especially if it gets her out of running errands with me. Until now…..
I had a few errands to run today and had the kids with me. “The Blonde” offered to take the little ones home. No problem! Right?! Wrong!!
“The Surprise” and I finished the errands together in some peace and quiet. We got home with the groceries and were met in the driveway by “The Blonde”, “Max” and the baby. You know it is going to be bad when the first thing someone says is “What do you have to tell Nana?’ Let the story begin!!!
Apparently, “The Blonde” got home with the kids. She took both in the house, with the baby still in his car seat. She told “Max” who is four to stay in the house while she got a few things out of the car. “The Blonde” then proceeded to lock the door behind her as she walked out into the driveway.
Now, there are several clues in those sentences. First, my daughter is blonde. Second, my granddaughter is four – she often doesn’t do what she is told to do. Yes, she came out into the driveway and of course shut the door behind her.
Hmm….The baby is in the house in the carseat, alone. My daughter and my granddaughter are locked outside. But there is a bright side to this because “The Blonde” has her phone. Clouds roll in because the first two people she called did not answer the phones. Please keep in mind that neither “The Surprise” nor myself were the ones she called. We were actually never called, yet we were ten minutes away.
Panic starts to take over. Logic goes out the door! What would anyone else do in this situation?! Probably not what “The Blonde” decided to do. With a mighty effort and only two attempts, my five foot three inch daughter kicked the door in and broke the door frame.
Yep. There is not much more to add to this. I am not proud of my strong reaction, but I ask you to think about what you would do. I do know that the poetic justice is that her brothers will not let go of this for years. Have a great “hump day” on Wednesday. I am still scratching my head.
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