So, I got up at 7:00 this morning intending to get my morning 30-minute walk in earlier than our usual 9:30 or 10:00 we'd been hitting lately. It's supposed to be 95 degrees with high humidity today, so I wanted to get an early start. I stepped out onto the back porch to check the temperature to see if it was as cool as I'd hoped. It was, so I decided to wake up the girls who would probably want to go with me. I turned around to head back in and realized I'd accidentally locked myself out! I immediately checked all the other outside doors, but they were locked, too. Then I started visually checking the windows, but they all looked locked. I then made a brief mental note to stop procrastinating and get a spare key hidden somewhere outside! Reluctantly, I tried the doorbell once. I figured that with my luck, Grant (2yo and in a crib) would be the only one to hear the doorbell. I waited, but couldn't hear any noises. So, I tried the doorbell 3 more times, waiting and listening after each attempt. Nothing. In attempt to keep the kids from waking each other up, we have fans running in each room, and I'm sure the fans were doing their jobs and muffling the sound of the doorbell. Maybe if I would have tried to open a bar of Hershey's Special Dark, they would've come running. Hindsight is 20/20. :-D
So, I stood there for a few minutes and considered my options, and came up with nothing. Then, for some reason, I got to looking at the kitchen windows again, and thought it looked like one of them might be unlocked. I inspected it more closely, and lo and behold, it was! So, good news/bad news. The good news was, the kitchen window was unlocked! The bad news was, it's the smallest window, and is about shoulder-height from outside! I was really wishing I could get into the garage to get a ladder, but the garage was locked, too. So, I got a porch chair and tried that. From that height, I could lean into the window, but could not shimmy myself up. Remember: I am 7 months pregnant (and, it goes without saying, barefoot ;-)!
It was momentarily defeating to think I was this close to getting back in, but couldn't! I even thought about yelling up to the girls, but wanted to exhaust all my other options before resorting to that. I thought if I was just a little higher up, I could get myself through that window. I looked around again and thought of the 2 ladders in the garage. Then, I had a lightbulb moment!! The pool ladder!! So, I hoisted it out of the pool and it was the perfect height to get through the window. Just before I climbed in (which makes it sound like I did it so effortlessly and gracefully ;-) I noticed how dirty the outside window sill was. I was wearing white pants and a white striped shirt, but since I was just outside the kitchen sink, I was able to reach in and grab a washcloth and wipe the sill off. (Martha Stewart would be proud.) Then, I was able to get in through the window up to my hips -- but I kind of got stuck; I think I completely filled the window. At this point, I was absolutely sure someone would drive by and call 911 to report a suspicious pregnant woman trying to break into a house! :-D (No one ever drove by throughout this ordeal!! That's how remote we are!!) So, how could I get the rest of myself through that tiny window? I ended up having to rotate myself onto my back and scoot myself through until I could get onto the counter. And thankfully, again -- since I was right over the kitchen sink and sitting on the counter, I was even able to rinse off my dirty feet!
After all that exertion, who needed a walk??!!
