It’s good to know people other than myself have days like this:
Tonight when Maeve and I were leaving her daycare and navigating the parking lot to my car, a woman sitting in the backseat of her car knocked on the window to get my attention.
After my heart resumed its beat — I hadn’t noticed her before that moment and she scared the you-know-what out of me — I figured I must know the woman, that she’s a parent of a little one in Maeve’s classroom. But when I bent down to get a better look and see what she was trying to tell me, I realized I didn’t know her at all.
Yet this stranger — sitting between her two young children snug in their carseats — sure was adamant about getting my attention. She was mouthing words and pointing to the inside of her car door.
Ok, I thought, I’ll bite. I’ve always liked charades.
So I opened her door.
“Thank goodness!” she exclaimed, a bit exasperated.
“I childlocked myself in here.”