I have talked about how incredibly tough it is for Cason to sleep through the night. His wakeup time ranges from 1:30 am to 4 am. But, sometimes… we get some hope, and he will sleep through the night. He still wakes up around 6 am on these days, but its more sleep than Kinsey and I are used to, and on those days I am at work already anyways.
Last night was one of the lucky nights! I was actually woken up by my alarm this morning… I even hit the snooze button! Its been about a week and a half since that happened! I got ready for work, got my stuff ready for work, like I always do, and was ready to go. Unfortunately, I had one of those mornings where I could not find my dang house keys. I HATE NOT FINDING MY HOUSE KEYS! It turns into a huge search. I search for a few of minutes, and give up. I follow that up by walking into my room and asking Kinsey (she seems to know where everything is), and most of the time, she does. This was one of those times, because my keys were in her purse.
Unfortunately, I am running late at this point, so I start rushing. I grabbed my backpack, my laptop, and my keys. I headed over and set the alarm, walked out, locked the door, and headed to my car. I have one of those cool keyless entry things going on, so I pulled on the handle… nothing. It’s all good, sometimes the key is not close enough, so I put my hips on the car, pulled harder… car alarm starts going off, and boy is it loud. I am looking around, and see a jogger stopped about 50 yards away. So I drop my bags, reach in my pocket… no car key. I forgot to grab it. I know I have a minute before my alarm is set, so I run to the door, hoping I have a few seconds, open the house door… alarm starts going off. I was just hoping the jogger wasn’t on her way to call the cops. I am so flustered that I can’t get the dang code right the first time. Cason is crying, Kinsey gets woken up, Chloe starts crying… and there I am, looking like an idiot. Kinsey gave me that look girls give dudes. We know what it’s saying… it’s along the lines of “what are you doing”, but there are about 7 curse words in there. I grabbed my car key, said, “my bad, babe…. but I have to go.” She just looked at me and said, “I hate you right now.” Well deserved.
I walked out, and the jogger was still there, I just yelled, “It’s ok, I live here… I’m just a huge moron.” Its true.