I had my first truly terrible mommy moment today.  (Okay, maybe second - the time I tried to put Henlie in her rocking chair that was by the door and knocked her head on the doorknob was pretty bad, too.)  

I worked, so I was getting ready to take Henlie to Matt's mom's house, as I do all days I work.  As I typically do since it is warm and I have a whole lotta crap to carry, I took my tote bag and my pump bag downstairs to put in the car and start the car.  I went back upstairs to get the baby, and the door was locked.  Apparently, I locked the knob on my way out (another habit when we are leaving, because why use the key twice when you can only use it once? :))

My keys were inside.

My phone was inside.

I dashed downstairs to the car and sped off to Matt's mom's house to grab the spare key. (Thank heavens they live close by and have a spare to my house!)  It was about 2:15, and kids were getting home from school.  The bus was stopped. Ugh!

Then that darn bus stopped again to let my sister-in-law off at the end of their lane. Walk faster, Jenn!  I picked her up to speed down the lane and grab the key, then sped back home.

The puppy was watching from the window.

I opened the door, and found my baby standing up with the help of the tote box that has my fall decorations in it.  She just smiled at me. (That tote was a great drum, I'm sure.)

We got everything else together, the baby in her car seat, and the dog a treat before going back to Grandma's house.

Thank goodness everything turned out fine.