Thursday, June 25, 2015

40 Year Old Rescued by Parents

Last week my mom sent me an email telling me I needed to write something on this blog.  She was tired of my March post.  Seriously, when was it March?  It feels like forever ago!  My husband and the twins are at church camp all this week, so she suggested I needed to write something during all my free time.  In all honesty, my "free time" was very limited, even with 3/5 of my family gone.  I still had a 14 year old to shuttle around and a 1 year old dog to take care of.  When my mother told me to blog more, she had no idea that she and my dad would come to my rescue this week.  So this post is dedicated to my mom and dad!!

So Wednesday night my son had a basketball game in Fishers, which is about 35-45 minutes from our house depending on traffic.  I had also volunteered to pick up one of my son's friends so his parents didn't have to make the trek.  {We take turns missing our kid's basketball games!}  So we get to the fieldhouse almost 20 minutes early, and I drop them off at the door and go park.  I had tucked the book I'm currently reading, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing, into my purse.  So I decided to take advantage of the 20 minutes to read before I went into the game.  I sat in the car and read my book.  When it was almost time for the game to begin, I tucked the book in my purse, grabbed my water bottle, got out of the car, and shut the door.  And then something didn't feel right.  I looked down for my keys {they have a long lanyard on them so they always stick out of my purse} and didn't see them.  I looked all through my purse.  No keys.  Then I took the walk of shame to the car and sure enough they were sitting in the ignition!  I quickly checked all the doors.  They were locked.  No way I was getting in the vehicle.

What to do?  My husband is 2 hours away in the middle of nowhere at church camp.  We are 40 minutes away from the house.  And we pretty much know no one here.  And I brought another kid with us.  That's when it hits me, call your parents!!  So I try my mom's cell phone.  No answer.  I call their land line.  Yes they still have a land line, and it's the same number they have had since 1978.  Funny thing is I didn't dial it, I looked it up?!?  The number I've know for almost 37 years.  Thankfully my mom picked up the trusty phone on the second ring and heard me whimper, "Mom, I need your help!!!!"  I'm pretty sure I sounded pathetic.

So my parents drove to my house to get the spare set of keys.  She called me from the laundry room, and I tried my best to describe what the key fob looked like.  {Luckily the right one was picked}  Then they trekked to the fieldhouse.  They pulled in right as my son's game was ending.  His team lost by the way.  They had parked by my van, and my mom was dangling the keys out of her window.  Thankfully we were saved at last.  And then they offered to take us all out to dinner.  So we headed to Five Guys for some burgers and fries.  I offered to pay for their meal, but my dad insisted he buy.  What a guy.  He did mention that maybe I had planned the whole thing to get a free meal.  He knows me too well.  Wink.  Wink.

In all seriousness I am thankful for parents that go out of their way to still help their daughter out.  I'll be 41 in August, but it's nice to know I can still count on the people who have known me my whole life!  And I just may be investing in one of those magnetic key holders that attach under your vehicle.


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