Last night was rough. Not a lot of sleeping going on for any of us (except the newborn… I’m not even going to tell you all how well she sleeps for fear of death threats and bombs sent to my doorstep). So Starbucks was a necessity while we were out this morning. Before braving the coffee run with a toddler and a newborn in tow, I figured I’d go ahead and feed and change Leyna in the comfort of the warm Jeep. After all, it’s not like I could rely on this particular Starbucks have a changing table for me.
I hoped in the back on the passenger side in the only open seat next to the two carseats. After I finished feeding her and changing her on my lap (gah! how crazy that she is still tiny enough to do that?), I went to open the door only to discover I was LOCKED IN. Oh, the beauty of child safety locks.
No, I couldn’t roll down the windows, the windows were locked, too.
No, I couldn’t climb into the front seat. I tried. My ass got stuck halfway over Leyna’s infant seat and I nearly decapitated her with my knee.
I was stuck. But just when I was thinking I’d have to set off the alarm to catch somebody’s attention, I saw a man and woman leave and head to the truck parked next to me.
I began banging furiously on the window. “HEY!! HEY! I’m stuck!”
The man definitely saw me. He made eye contact, then hurriedly rushed to the other side of his truck. Jerk.
So then I caught the woman’s attention. “HEY! I – NEED – HELP!” I mouthed.
She, too, acted like she didn’t see me. What the hell, people?
The guy came back around to the driver’s side and I gave it all I had. “I’M STUUUUUUCK. HELLLLLPPP!!”
(Please also imagine many flailing hang gestures describing my sticky predicament.)
He very cautiously approached the car. “PLEASE- OPEN- THE- DOOR. CHILD- LOCKS.”
With much hesitation and a very suspicious look on his face, he slowly reached down and openened the door.
“Oh, thank you! I’m so sorry. Child saftety locks. I locked myself in here. I know I TERRIFIED you,” I said at rapid-fire.
“No, you didn’t terrify me. I thought you were an 8 year old girl left in the car. I was going to go inside and see if I could find your mommy,” he replied matter of factly.
“Ha. No. That would be ME. I’m the mommy… the mommy who locked herself in her car. So, thanks again.” And then I went in and got my coffee… the coffee I CLEARLY needed much earlier in the day.
Kendall is 2 2/3 and Leyna is 1 month old… and I look 8, so Yay!?