I seriously need a weekend to recover from my weekend. I am in complete denial that it is Monday. Friday night Garrett and I hit the gym and also did some running stuff. I think I screwed up my knee a bit, but I’ll talk more about that when I finally get my butt around to updating my Week Two Training Report. UGH. I do. not. want. to. hurt. myself. That is numero uno most important.
Anyway, Friday night was mellow, but Saturday morning was Crazy Town! I still might need a pep talk if you’ve got one in ya. It started off nice, I dropped Garrett off for work and did some menu planning while I drank way too much some coffee. It felt super luxurious to just have some time to just relax, get creative with my menu and then I was off to go grocery shopping. I had to go to 3 different stores but I got all my ingredients (how annoying is that, btw?) and I headed home to unload everything.
Halfway through unloading Garrett texted me that he was getting off work early and could I come pick him up? Instantly I started going through my mental rolodex of things to do before I left: put all the perishable items in the fridge, feed the dog, and then because Buster always loves a good road trip I wanted to get him in his leash and harness and take him with me to go pick up Garrett.
I rushed to do all of that, grabbed all of Buster’s things (that dog rolls with a god damn diaper bag, I swear), tried to get him in his harness despite him being UN-COOPERATIVE (too! excited! to! sit! still!) locked up the house and went outside…only to discover that I had only HALF unloaded the groceries. Um, hello? Brain Fart. Garrett had texted me to come pick him up in the middle of doing it and I had gotten distracted by all the house stuff I had to do before leaving. What a dummy! Anyway, the house was locked and the dog was going ape-shit with excitement, so I figured I would just put my purse, phone and all that crap in the car with Buster and then run the groceries into the garage really quickly and stuff the perishables in the outside mini-fridge. I started the car so I could crack a window for the dog, put all my crap down, got him all settled in the front seat, AND THEN I LOCKED THE DOORS AND CLOSED THEM.
WITH EVERYTHING INSIDE.
Oh, you guys, I about had a heart attack. I have never felt that kind of panic. All I could do was just look at my cute little pup stuck in the car, wagging his tail and waiting for me to get in. The window was only cracked a bit so I couldn’t even get my fingers through and I literally had no idea what to do. I considered just breaking the window right then and there, but just kept saying to myself “There has to be a more reasonable solution. THINK, HOLLY, THINK!”
I decided to try and break into my house to get our extra set of car keys (this is like reason 900 we should have a hide-a-key but we don’t…curses!) but the only place that is even remotely-break-in-able wouldn’t budge. I’ve never been so pissed to live in Fort Knox! I was breathing so hard and so panicked and I just had NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. I couldn’t call anyone, couldn’t get in my house…I just felt so helpless! Finally I thought that if I had a wire hanger I could maybe manipulate it through the window crack and manually unlock the door, but of course I don’t have wire hangers just lying about in the yard so I had to find something else. I contemplated ripping a tree branch off our lemon tree, but in a slightly less panicked moment I saw our BBQ tongs and grabbed those.
LUCKILY THEY WORKED! And I exhaled and practically collapsed on the dog, who of course had no idea what was going on and was just like “Hey, yo! Are we going for a ride now, or what???” It’s times like this where I really doubt my readiness to have children. 🙂 After all that morning drama, Saturday afternoon we headed out to a birthday party with friends, which was much more enjoyable! I have to admit though I was missing Buster after such a dramatic morning.
Sunday I got up with tons of energy which was great since I had a run on the schedule, but my knee was bugging me. 🙁 Since I had so much energy I had the most major cooking marathon I have had this year and prepared all of the following all before noon:
Poached Eggs over Sweet Potato Hash
Indian Turkey Stew
Asian Orange Beef + Cauliflower Rice
Taco Salads (meat in one container, salads prepped in another)
Caveman Crunch
Minestrone Soup
Southwestern Frittata
Roasted Brussels Sprouts
Moroccan Dipping Oil
Chimichurri Sauce
Pesto Chicken Thighs
I mean, WHERE IS MY KITCHEN STADIUM MEDAL?
So that took a lot out of me. But the upside? I barely have to cook a thing this entire week. ROCK AND ROLL! 🙂 Obviously I had to spend the rest of Sunday eating dried mango on the couch watching Dawson’s Creek on Netflix, cuddling my dog. It was awesome. But now it is Monday. And seriously…how does that happen so fast?
How was YOUR weekend? Have you ever locked your dog/kid/something precious in the car at an inopportune time? Please tell me all about it.
Oh wow. Talk about a rough weekend!!!
Oh wow, what a tough ordeal! I’ve locked myself out of my car before, my guy had to go all the way home (we live 20 minutes out of town) and get my spare keys. He was late for class but wasn’t too mad at me for that. 🙂
My weekend was nuts. Cleaned cleaned cleaned Friday night, work function Saturday night, and worked our kid’s wrestling tournament all day yesterday. I’m exhausted. Long week ahead of me, no rest in sight. Oh well! Gotta keep going, no matter what.
I love Buster’s little face!! I’ve locked the dog in the car with the keys and had to call AAA to unlock it. The dog didn’t know what to do with the AAA dude clearly trying to break into the car,(ultra-protective mode) but with us standing there clearly allowing the AAA dude to break into the car. He was so bewildered. And the AAA dude was petrified of him, so kept dropping the tools. Poor guy. It was all kinda hilarious after the fact.
Oh man, that is genius! I would have just sobbed! So I think you’d be way better with kids than I would!
When I lived in SF, I locked myself out of my apartment that I was moving out of. I took the keys off the keychain and then went out to throw out the rest of the trash. And it was like 10 PM because I was flying out the next morning.
The only way in was to break a window. Which I did. Then I sliced a huge gash in my leg getting in the window, but had NOTHING in the apartment to stop the bleeding……except my robe. So I tied it around my leg and left. It was a not so nice neighborhood and I never got charged. They just assumed someone broke in.
This is awesome… And totally reminds me of the time my parents accidentally left my 3 year old brother at home when we were going to my dads work picnic. We had one of those station wagons with a rear facing third seat, and my parents assumed the other had loaded him in. It was only when we were 40 min away from home they realized it. And my dad pulled a fantastic u turn on the turnpike and drove like a maniac. The best part was when we got back home, he was waiting on the porch ‘for the girls to get done with their hair’. Yep, thought we were doing our hair. Guess that’s what happens when you have 3 older sisters….
I think you handled yourself swimmingly!! It’s a juggling act, of course, but you locked your keys in the car with THE CAR RUNNING. You’re so in. 🙂
Oh wow. I was actually starting to hyperventilate just reading about your ordeal. Glad your quick thinking solved it. I probably would have been in tears.
Oh wow, I’m glad it worked out. Life happens.
I had issues with my knee when I started running and doing crossfit. Here’s what helped me.
1. Foam Roll! Especially before you work out.
2. Ice it after a work out.
3. Stretch your IT bands after you work out.
If it’s not constantly hurting you’ll be okay. Just take it a bit easy and foam roll before, ice after and stretch.
I also got a cheapie knee brace from the sporting goods store which helps support it when you are running/crossfitting etc.
Good luck!
OMG I would’ve had an anxiety attack! Good job on the grill tongs!
And wow, you were a boss in the kitchen!!!!
I locked my kids in the car when the little one was only about three weeks old. Luckily my husband was only ten minutes away with a spare key. Longest ten minutes of my life.
When my daughter was 3-she locked me out of the house! I had run out to get the mail, and she followed me up the stairs and managed to turn the lock. I was stuck outside, talking to her through the window, trying to get her to open the door. 15 years ago, and I still remember how I was trying to keep the panic out of my voice, and saying “open the door for Mommy, honey!” all the while wondering what the heck I was going to do! Luckily I could see her the whole time-if not I probably would have had to kick in the door.
She finally opened the door, and later that day we headed to the hardware store for a lock you couldn’t flip, but had to use a key for. We also hid a key outside-just to be on the safe side 🙂
Yes! The hide a key IS HAPPENING! 🙂
Somewhat related: at that age I was playing over at my best friends house and we decided we were going to lock his babysitter out when she got the mail (what jerks, right?) Anyway, my mom was just down the street so she came down when the babysitter told her what was going on and knocked on the door and tried to coach me through unlocking the door and I told her I just couldn’t possible unlock someone else’s door since it wasn’t my house and that would be bad manners. 🙂 ha! That story lives in the family lore. (We eventually let her in and I was in big trouble, but to this day my mom is like “You were a born loop-hole finder!” LOL)