It was exactly 11:15 p.m. when the phone rang. This was just last night. The kids were in bed, and M was giging at the Lucky Moon Cafe (downtown Syracuse).
Me: Hello
M: Can you drive down here to bring me your key?
Me: Key to what? What are you talking about?
M: I just broke my key in the door of the car. Are the kids sleep?
Me: (Thinking...It's 11:15, they've been sleep since 9:00)
Yes, I'm guilty. I left my kids home alone for about twenty minutes--in the middle of the night. What was I supposed to do? M could have called the police, but what good would that have done?
When I arrived at the scene, M had a coat hanger in the window and was attempting to unlock either the door or the trunk. I walked over and offered my key. He jams it into the trunk of his car, turns it, and the key breaks. What the f*&^%$#k was going on? Those were the only two keys we had. So he walked to the cafe, got his things, and we left. Boy, the silence in the car could be cut with a knife!
So we get home, try and relax (drining a cup of earl grey and watching part of some movie??), and commence discussing a plan for getting the car home. T- coughed and wheezed practically all night despite the medication. I think rubbing her chest with eucalyptus oil helped to calm her breathing. So, finally, around 2:30 or 3:00, I fall asleep.
5:00 am, the coughing begins again. More meds. I look at the clock and it's 7:00. I neglect to wake M-jr because I forgot that today was a school day. Luckly, M had gotten out of bed to wake M-jr; other wise, he'd have missed his bus. Now, it's 8:00. I must have fallen asleep. D's bus rolls around at 8:15. Can I make her pull it together in 15 minutes? I run to wake her? I run back to my dresser to pull a pair of socks for her (that's where they live). I run to the fridge to pull waffles, into the toaster they go. It's 8:08. She's almost dressed. At 8:10 I cut the waffles, pour a tablespoon of applesauce, and call D to the table. She's done at 8:15, the bus is late. So, I say, "Go brush your teeth! I didn't hear you do that. I'll watch for your bus." So I stand at the window watching while she brushes. Just as she walks out of the bathroom, the bus is pulling up. I'm relieved because I don't have to take her to school.
T is still asleep, so I brew a cup of coffee. The house was too quiet; so, I opened the garage door to see whether my car was gone. The truck was missing. I call M on his cell. He's at the site with his car.... Good news, he's removed one of the broken key fragments from the door of the car. He comes home.
Then he leaves again for more meds for T. I shower and dress, and can't seem to muster enough energy to dress T. So, M walks in, dresses T, medicates her, feeds her. We take her to school, hoping she will endure the day without coughing her lungs up. Then we are off to the locksmith.
We get three keys made for the car. There's nothing like being prepared. At the site, M tries the first key in the driver's door. Nothing happens. He tries the other two, nothing happens. He moves to the trunk, places one of the keys in the trunk, turns it. It breaks. Then he tries the hanger again; this time he aims specifically for the trunk button, which is on the floor of the vehicle. Slide, pull, slide pull, slide, pull, we hear a pop. Trunk is open. He crawls from the back extends over the seats and unlocks the door. Hooray, the car is open! Now for the ultimate test...trying the key in the ignition. It goes in, he turns it, it works!!! Now we can never lock the doors, ever again.
I was so freaking exhausted by 3:00, I just threw myself on my bed and crashed. I didn't sleep too long. Everytime I felt myself dozing, I would feel one of the kids get into the bed and lie next to me. So I'm still tired. Those freaking keys!