My daughter read the blog yesterday and said with a big cheesy grin "so your life is busy now is it?" "yes, why?" " your hairdresser just 'phoned, you forgot your appointment" "shit!".
That wasn't the end of it. I was entrusted with the awsome responsibility of babysitting my 2 month old greatgrandson and collecting his two sisters from school. Whenever I go to pick the girls up from school they whinge on about going to the park with their school friends and having one of my rare warm fuzzy maternal moments I decided to treat them and gave in to their demand while I sat in the back of the car to feed Noah
It was all very pleasant, I could see the girls playing away happily with their friends while I listened to the satisfying sound of baby guzzling away. All was well with the world.
The girls played for 45 minutes. Noah had satisfied himself, burped for England and was now ready to sleep. Time to go. Ah! The back door childlock was on. I was trapped in the car. "Not to worry" I thought "just put Noah in his car seat and climb into the front, job done!" forgetting that ancient bones just don't comply like they used to. No movement, no compromise and no way could I clamber into the front.
"OK," I thought "DON'T PANIC. Just knock on the window and get the girls attention". Now, our daughter calls this car "the beast" (Barrack Obama copied us!). It is called the beast because it is big with blacked out windows. So - get the picture. There's me trying to attract attention but no-one can see me through these wretched obscured windows! ....and the girls still played happily away!
A bit of head scratching later and I come up with a solution. Reach over and open the electric window. Window doesn't open! Why? More head scratching. Ah! Maybe the engine has to be running. At last, the window glides down to reveal one worried little girl peering through. "Are you alright Nanny" "Oh Elise, am I glad to see you, can you open the door please, the child lock is on". Whew, freedom at last.
Oh how we laughed together to think that Nanny had been trapped in the car for 15 minutes until Elise made the earth shattering discovery that the other back door was not on child lock! I hadn't been trapped after all. The girls thought this was hillarious. Silly Nanny! I joined in the good fun, but secretly I had lost my warm fuzzy maternal sense of humour. I was laughing on the outside but inside I was as pissed as hell with myself.
And finally .... Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
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*Many of us will already know this poem TO AUTUMN by John Keats. It is a
celebration of autumn when the mists descend and the land is swelling with
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12 comments:
I died laughing. My bones being of the same age hurt with the thought of climbing over a car seat. It also hurts to laugh this early in the morning. Flagmaker
How maddening!
I know I'd be asking myself if I was losing the ability to think straight.
But then I'd also assume that all child locks were on too!
Funny and sad all at the same time.
Oh that was funny. I am glad I am not the only one that gets into this kind of situation.
Great final line!
The worrying question is: why is one door free when the childlocks are supposed to be on?
And do you know what the real problem was flagmaker? I was scared I would get wedged between the back and front of the car and have to be cut out. Nightmare!
Oh I admit that I lost the ability to think straight many years ago aims.
And when did this happen Maggie, I don't remember waking up one day and thinking "I can't do this any more". It just seemed to happen without my approval!
There speaks a man who has never had to apply a childlock in his life. You don't know what you missed doglover!
I'm glad you laughed about it. I get terribly claustrophobic, I'm not sure I would have laughed as much!!
CJ xx
Hahahaha! I wouldn't have even attempted to get into the front seat to unlock a door - I know my limitations.
I think I might have opted to go to sleep with Noah. ;)
You probably wouldn't have closed the door in the first place Crystal. I must admit that I felt a tinge of claustrophobia myself.
The problem was Jay that I still had to keep an eye on the two little rascals on the swings. Although I don't what I could have done if they had needed me! A completely nightmarish situation.
When my grandaughter (the children's mother)read the blog she laughed so much that she nearly choked, especially when she got to the bit that one of the doors was not on childlock anyway.
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