Remember way back last fall when our entire family locked ourselves out of the house; after already experiencing repeated instances of locking some of us out? (What IS it about this house? We've never locked ourselves out of any of our other houses this much - I swear.)
After that experience, I SWORE that I was going to have an extra key (or three) made to hide somewhere.
Well guess what?
I never did. And guess what else?
I locked myself out of the house again this morning. What a way to start a hot, wet, dreary Monday.
Luckily though, this time Man-Child was inside the house. Sleeping. Do you know how hard it is to wake a sleeping teenager if you aren't standing over him, dragging him out of bed by the ankle while dousing him with a pitcher of ice cold water?
The answer is VERY.
After simultaneously ringing the doorbell repeatedly while calling his phone (I can only assume that the only thing that woke him up was the phone, which was set to vibrate, buzzed it's way across his nightstand and landed on his head) he finally answered and came to let me back in the house. He was not happy.
So tomorrow, after work - come hell or high water - I think it's safe to say that you will find me at the local hardware store....having some keys made - FINALLY.