My DH is always saying that life with me is never boring. He said it again today when I called him to tell him that somehow the kids and I had gotten locked out of the house.

See, Wednesday is library day. Well, let me back up.

About a year ago the door handle on our front door, an el cheapo model, put on by the builder, broke. It wasn't fully attached to the door anymore. So we decided that we had to change the handle and with that the locks. Instead of having a locksmith come out and re-key all of the locks (we like having one key) we just changed all of the exterior door locks. Great idea, right?

So, anyway, the only feature of these relatively new door knobs that I despise, is that they will turn from the inside, EVEN IF THEY ARE LOCKED. So, you have to jiggle the handle from the outside, or visually determine the locked/unlocked status of the doorknob before closing the door from the outside.

Now, we have all gotten used to checking the back door like this because we keep that door pretty much locked all the time. So every time I go out that door I visually check to see if the handle is locked and also jiggle/turn the handle from the outside to verify that it is unlocked before I close the door. Even so, I have locked myself in the backyard several times, but always with someone inside to quickly let me in!

So, anyway, today is library day and we loaded up this morning to go to the library. I had DD6 check to make sure the front door was locked, I locked the back door, and we got in the truck. We being me, my two dds, and the two daycare kids (DCKs), that are 2yo.

DD6 was the last one out the garage door and I reminded her to close it behind her. I am sure by now you can all see where this is going, right?

We drive to the library, find our books, find some cool videos (the entire first season of Fraggle Rock is out on DVD by the way! ) and check out. We pile back in the truck and head for home. We were gone for a total of about 30 minutes.

I pull in the driveway, press the clicker button, pull into the garage. We all unload (no simple task with two in car seats...those of you that have been there know what I mean!).

I grab the bag of books, we parade to the door. I reach for the handle. It won't turn.

It actually  took me a minute to figure out what was happening. I thought at first that my hand wasn't working. So, like a dummy, I stood there jiggling the handle, not comprehending what was obvious. The door was locked.

Now for most, this wouldn't be a big deal, as MOST people carry a house key. But not me, oh no....I travel light on library days, seeing as my keyring weighs a ton and with a bag to carry and 4 kids, I only bring my car key and remote since WE NEVER LOCK THE DOOR IN THE GARAGE!!!!

Now here I stand with four kids, no key, and realize (because I am after all, brilliant...HA!) that I have my cell phone. I call DH just positive that he will have hiddena key outside somewhere for just such an occasion since he is after all Mr. Preparedness.

Me: Hi, honey. We're locked out of the house. Where's the spare key?

DH: There isn't one.

Me: What?!? (Starting to panic)

DH: Yeah, after we changed the locks I never got around to having another made. Why?

Me: (Knowing now that he was totally not listening at the start of the conversation) Umm, the kids and I are locked out. We can't get into the house.

DH: Great. I don't have my keys either. (He's in Chicago, we live in Dallas)

Me: Uh-huh. Well, I think that Dad has a key. I'll call him.

DH: Life is never boring with you around, you know that?

Me: Okay, bye honey.

I load the kids back up, announce that we'll be having lunch at Burger King and head off.

So I call my Dad, but he doesn't have the key, my Mom does. So he drives from his office to the school where Mom teaches Kindergarten (30 minutes) gets the key and drives from Mom's school to the Burger King down the street from our house (45 minutes).

I bought him lunch when he got there. By this time the kids and I had been at Burger King for 1 hour and 45 minutes. But, hey they have a play structure....soooo....

Anyway, after Dad ate we drove back to the house and he let us in.

We got in and changed diapers and I sent everyone off for a nap. Much needed I might add. So far, everyone is sleeping quite soundly....

And that was our adventure. I am sure by now the whole town knows since one of the dcks told everyone that walked into BK that we were locked out. And, for that matter the BK employees thought we were mega weird to be camped out there for so long.....

As far as I can tell one of the dcks must have flipped the lock switch, as they have just reached eye-level with the doorknobs. DD6 didn't know to check the door when she closed it and well, by then the damage was done.

If I never have to go through that again it will be too soon.

P.S. I took another shot at fixing the link in my previous post...