So my morning started off pretty well today. Got Maya off to school on the bus, read some stories with Luke, straightened the kitchen, made myself go to the gym and had a really good workout. When I got home, I figured that I would mow the lawn and take care of the yard while I was already dirty and sweaty from working out. That was going fine. I had a white tank top on that got all dirty from emptying the grass from the mower bag. I turned on the sprinklers and went in to get Luke some lunch. So far, so good. I'm still in a dirty tank top and a pair of shorts, bare feet - I went out and turned off the sprinkler in my back yard. I was out of the house for maybe 3 seconds. When I turned around, Luke had closed the door and managed to deadbolt it. I have no keys, no cell phone, not even shoes on me! I'm talking/yelling to Luke through the back door trying to talk him through unlocking it. I do this for about 10 minutes, getting angry and frustrated at my 2-year-old for doing this to me - AGAIN! (He locked me out last summer as well - I usually take my keys out with me when Luke's in the house, but like I said, I was out the door for 3 seconds and he was supposedly busy eating lunch!!) I went to check if I had left the front door unlocked. Of course it was deadbolted as well. After about 15-20 minutes of trying to get Luke to unlock a door, I give up and walk up the street, bare foot, in a dirty white "wifebeater" tanktop and shorts, to the Centex offices (the people who built my home) and ask our guy Roger if I can use his phone to call my husband, who is at work on call at the hospital. After letting Matt know what was going on, knowing it was a slim chance that he would actually be able to leave and come unlock the door for me (all the while my 2-year-old Luke is just hanging out in the house all by himself), Roger went back to the house with me to see if there was anyway we could get in. It took another 10 minutes to even get Luke to come to a door. What finally did it was Roger's voice. Luke, hearing a man's voice, thought it was Daddy and came running (mommy's voice obviously wasn't worth running to). We talked him through opening the door again, and magically it worked and the door finally opened! I thanked Roger and then called Matt to let him know everything turned out fine. Surprisingly, Matt had gotten permission from his staff to come and help. He was actually on his way home. He, of course, had to turn around and get back to work, but the fact that he had actually been on his way really surprised me.
The most embarassing part? - A toss up between walking around in dirty clothes and bare feet, and the fact that this is the second time Luke has done this to me! I think we'll be investing in a hide-a-key soon.