So, today I’ve been running around like crazy trying to get everything done before Taytums first ski night. Benson surprising was really well behaved. He ran through Winco (but without tantrums and 80% of the time he came back when asked) so thumbs up! Then we went back to the house for his nap, and my workout. After his nap we ran to Walmart to grab some last minute items for sissys trip, stopped by the house to get all her snowboarding gear and make her some dinner, and we headed over to the school to meet her.

Benson loves the kids he ran into the gym and started showing off for sissy and her classmates. Not surprising at all, after the kids headed to the bus…I cried a little. Her first ski trip. She’s getting so big. Like, hanging out with her friends, snowboarding, school trips, and all of the above that comes with having a 3rd grader. So tearfully but also proudly Benson and I headed back to the car. When we got there I unlocked the car and I handed Benson my car faub (as I usually do while getting him buckled up). I shut the door and headed around to the driver side.. And then I heard it. The beep of my horn as he locks the doors on me.

He’s inside the car…with my keys….and I’m outside the car…without my keys!!!!! Oh nooooo!

So I run back around to his door and it like all the others is locked. I’m in the school parking lot and my son is repeatedly pushing the lock button on the faub. Over and over, and he’s hysterically laughing at the beeping of the horn each time.

I’m in a cold sweat, freaking out inside but trying to play calm on the outside because…I’m in a school parking lot full of children and teachers loading the buses for ski night. So I call a locksmith who says he’ll be right over and in the meantime I’m talking  to Benson outside the car … “Good job! Push the second one!”

I swear he knew what he was doing he was hovering his two thumb fingers over the lock button and I was saying to him “noooooo….do the next one” and finally when he hovered over the second button that unlocks the car and he saw my super excited face he decided to push it!

Bam! Door unlocked! Keys in mamas hand! Crisis averted! Lesson learned.

 

Since the almost crisis…We have fixed my phone, played at the tot lot inside the mall for far too long, he’s pooped on the floor, thrown up on his dad’s back, and ate a yummy chocolate chip cookie from mrs fields bakery.

Motherhood at its finest. All the disasters, the oh no’s, the tears, and excitement. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.