Spare Key

Yesterday started off like any other day packed with errands- other than not having coffee creamer- so first stop was Dunkin Donuts for fuel. Then we hit up the commissary for last minute groceries, cat food, litter, and snacks for our TRIP HOME THIS WEEKEND (excitement)  since this mama still doesn't have a dress for Steeplechase/Wedding/Easter and because I'll make any excuse to thrift we decided to try our luck at one of the local goodwills. This is where my day fell apart. I did it guys. I did the very thing I consciously avoid, the thing I have nightmares about - I locked my first born in the car. along with my phone and both sets of car keys. The car was off and she was still strapped in her seat. you know that very second of instant regret and sheer terror 
*shuts door, all color leaves face, ears get hot and sweat pours from body.
Now, we can take a moment to thank God that Loretta was already in the tula and that it was only 55 degrees out.
I pounced on the nearest shopper with a face full of tears and a mouth full of almost words - really happy they were able to understand my desperate need for their cell phone. I called 911 and relayed my horror story to the very calm women on the other end. once she told me an officer (who couldn't help me) was on the way, I stood by the car and cried.
I couldn't believe I was the mom who locked her kid in the car.
After what felt like half the day, the officer arrived..  then another officer - who said he was just in the area & bored- oh yeah lets not forget the ambulance showing up. they said it was just to make sure all was well, but I know they really showed up just to panic me more- whatever.
The officer informed me that much to his disagreement of new policies, he could do nothing for me but call a locksmith. He asked me if that's what I wanted to do- like, as if there was another option or like I was going to say "awe, no, thanks anyways, I'll just wait until she learns how to unlock it herself." YES, CALL A LOCKSMITH PO MAN!

anyways, we waited another eternity for mr. pop-a-lock to show up with his fancy wire hanger and strange blood pressure device, slid it all in the door and POP. MY KID!!  "that will be $40 ma'am" (there goes my goodwill money)

after all was said and done she must have spent 25 minutes max in the car and had only started with the tears and looks of "whatthefuckmom" in the last 5.
the team of help dispersed & a million sorrys were spoken. Lets hope this wont be her first memory.
lesson learned - don't keep your spare key in the car.