Okay, it might just be an insanely miserable immune system, but either way, the end result is not good. So last night I came down with yet another stomach bug. Where the heck do these things come from?? I just had one four or five weeks earlier! It's just not right, to say the least, especially on top of my Saturday Night Brush With Death. (Because it's not a REAL Saturday Night Out if you can't risk death at least once, right?)
On the lighter side, before I realized that I was about to be deathly ill, I took my daughter, Cutezilla, out for some running around and distraction at Lowe's and Hobby Lobby. Lately, Cutezilla has realized The Power Of The Door Clicker -- in other words, the key chain clicker thingy that opens the doors to the car. And sets off the car alarm. She's developed amazing skill with it.
Anyway, my brain must have been submerged in mud or something (and probably still is, since I can't actually think of what the key-chain clicker thingy is normally called) because when I put Cutezilla back in the car on our way home, I forgot that I had given her my keys -- and, by default, the clicker -- to keep her occupied while I buckled her in.
You guessed it. Half-a-second after I shut the door, I thought, "Oh shi--" Before I could put the T on that word, I heard, "CLICK." Yep. She'd locked all the doors. I started tapping madly at the glass and pointing at the keys, trying to get her to press the buttons more, making faces and clapping every time she set off the alarm and turned it off again. Unfortunately, the unlock button is in the middle. I can only hope that the people in the Hobby Lobby parking lot got some entertainment out of my predicament.
Cutezilla was having a blast though. She'd hit a button, set off the alarm, turn it off, and do it all over again, laughing and giggling, while she kicked the seat in front of her. Finally, finally, it happened. And it was at that moment that I realized she only hit the button once. Meaning, only the driver's door was unlocked. I scrambled over to the driver's side door, and just as I grabbed the door handle, (of course) I heard, "CLICK." More laughing and giggling from inside the car. More insane facial expressions, more hopping around and clapping for the car alarm going off, and then finally, she hit the unlock button again.
So at least that was somewhat amusing. Again, it doesn't qualify me for any Mother of the Year Awards, but that's okay. When we got home, and I finally got hit with the full-blown bug, Cutezilla decided I needed help in the bathroom, and kept handing me toilet paper, which was thoughtful of her. She also crawled up into my arms while I was laying in the fetal position on the couch and gave me a kiss and a hug, and that was about the sweetest thing I could ask for.
I'm feeling a lot better today, so hopefully tomorrow, it's back to the gym. And if I'm very truly lucky, I'll find a babysitter for Cutezilla while I'm at my dance lesson.