July 2010

July 2010 was filled with a lot of excitement.  Mike and I started another adventure, I returned to the work force and he took another job as an assistant band director.  We found out we both had jobs on July 8, I had to be at work on July 17 and he had to be there as well.  Did I mention our new jobs were three hours away from our house?

Stressed to the max, that doesn't even begin to describe the situation.  The first step was to find a place to live.  Sounds easy enough, not really.  There was nothing available.  We were able to find two places to look out.  Out of the two we settled for a three bedroom apartment.  Okay, one problem solved.  The next problem, we had to pack all of our things.  That we were able to figure out, we just had to be creative.  After you pack, you load a truck.  That could be a problem. 

Mike and I had decide that we would move over the three day weekend between the last day of band camp and new teacher orientation.  There were no trucks available.  There were no trucks for a hundred miles.  We searched and contemplated our options.  We were left with one.  We had planned on loading the truck on Friday, move in on Saturday, unpack the essentials on Sunday and Monday and start school on Tuesday.  It didn't work like that.  We ended up having to move on a Sunday.  We had to load it, drive it three hours and then unpack it. Ten hours later we had to be at work.

We were able to move.  We were able to get everything in the apartment.  Unpacking was difficult and a long process. It wouldn't have been so bad, but we had a mishap.  I mean this is my house and my kids, it doesn't just happen like this. 

So what happened, I pulled over at an Exxon, opened the door, closed the door, and started pumping gas.  I finished pumping gas went to the door and pulled, nothing happened.  I looked down at the seat where my car keys laid in my front seat.  I looked in the backseat where Abby and Zoey were, sound asleep.  I looked at the thermometer, it was 99.  I looked around for anything to throw at the window and realized I was screwed.  It took about sixty seconds for me to realize I had a HUGE problem.  I had just a few precious minutes because it was 99 standing in the parking lot, the car was off, the windows were rolled up, the doors were locked.  So what did I do?  What any reasonable person would do, I called 911.  the nice little woman on the line said, "I don't know what we can do, he can't open the door".  I said, "he has a gun right?"  The police officer was there in less than two minutes.  He looked in the car and saw the girls were sleeping and he picked up his phone and dialed a lock smith.  He rambled on about something about not being able to do anything because of causing damage.  I looked at him as calmly as possible and told him" I don't care what you do, I don't care if you take the car home with you,  you have to get my kids out of the car!"  The locksmith was there two minutes later.  He had to get very creative on opening the door, but four minutes later, the door was open.  Abby was in my arms and Zoey continued to sleep.  I had never been so thankful in my entire life.  What seemed like an eternity, had been twelve minutes.  Twelve minutes, the car was 111 when the door opened.  I was so relieved I didn't know what to do with myself.  All I knew was the kids were safe and there was a moving truck about forty minutes in front of us that I had to catch up to. 


What can  I say?  Just another day in the neighborhood.