Uncle and a wire hanger.

Where does one begin?

I have had this day.
I think crystal rubbed her crazy week virus on me!

I went to work this morning, nothing too out of the ordinary.
I went grocery shopping after work, then to a voice lesson.
I grabbed the kids a Happy Meal. (Still vying for that "Mom of the Year" Award)
And proceeded to make a return to one of my favorite stores.
After that, we decided to walk to the other end of the shopping center and look for some cloth napkins and rings for my table.
I got some extremely cute stuff and paid for it.
When I replaced my wallet and grabbed my keys out of my purse,
I realized that there were NO KEYS.
(It would be valuable to note that there is ONE key to my van, which I had come to realize was safely locked in my van.)
I didn't even skip a beat.
We just schlepped our purchases down to the other end of the shopping center where we were parked, er, locked and made a few phone calls.
I thought I would have to call a locksmith, but my husband reminded me of his awesome brother, Jeremy, who is really good at lock-picking.
I called him and he came up to the store within about 30 minutes.
The kids and I sat in the parking lot. Lots of fun....
You have no idea how filthy parking lots are...
Jeremy got there and we strained ourselves for a good 20 minutes. Prying and tugging and shoving long, stick-like objects in through the tiny slot in my door jamb, but no luck.
He drove to the restaurant and got Chris' car and brought it back to me so I could get the kids home and in bed.
(By this point, it was a good bit after their bedtime.)
Then I realized that Chris wouldn't have a way to get home if I took his car and left mine locked up in the other parking lot. He was now afoot.
I was beginning to think about waking the kids up at midnight to go get Chris from work.
Those types of crazy thoughts should never enter a mother's mind.
Jeremy said we should give unlocking the van one last try.
We drove back over to the van.
There were several times that I just knew that window was gonna shatter under the pressure we were putting on it.
But Jeremy was determined and Voila!
It was like magic!! He did it!
Unlocked it with a wire hanger.
I was one happy momma!
Thanks Uncle Jeremy!

We got home and as I got unloaded after the fiasco, I set my purse and my purchases on the dining room floor.
I took two steps and began to barrel-roll toward the kitchen counter.
My feet had gotten wound up in my purse straps.
I could see what was about to happen. I couldn't stop it.
My head slammed into the kitchen counter on the mile-long journey to the floor.
A fitting end to this really irritating evening.