locked out...

It finally happened. I remember people telling me stories about how their children have locked them out of their houses and for that reason I always unlock our door when I get Ethan out and have to go back for Avery or groceries etc...except for yesterday, when I didn't unlock it and I was about one foot away from being able to put my foot in the door, holding Avery's carseat and ethan, laughing in a maniacal two-year old way, thought he was playing with me and SHUT THE DOOR! I had put my keys and bag down on the kitchen table so I could get Avery out of the car. so I am stunned and standing inches away from my two-year old son with no keys to ANYTHING (read: our car to be more specific) and no cell phone...this looks bad. I am talking to Ethan through the door and telling him I can't open it (because that's what he wants me to do as he slowly works himself into a freak-out)because my keys are inside, when I remember that we put an extra key in one of those nifty magnetic boxes on our car...lucky thing! Also lucky that Avery is alseep. So I get the key (which is usually so far under the car I have to lay down to get it but this time, it was easily within reach...prayers are answered:)) Then I tell Ethan I'm going to get a key, stay where you are, I'll be right back, and leave my small child in the house and drive away. That was scary to me but I tried not to think about it. It was almost 5 and I wasn't sure when the Housing Office closed but I was hoping not at 5. I pulled into a handicapped spot at the very front of the office, left the car running (with sleeping Avery in it, so I had more motivation to get in and out quickly) and ran inside and said, "My 2 year old son has locked me out of the house and I need a key, now!" so I gave them our address and then I left and they came a couple minutes later with the key. When I got to the house, I didn't hear Ethan crying at the door and I was afraid he had wandered away to Somewhere Else and jumped off something big and was hurt..but I knocked on the door and called his name and he was right by the door still! Whew! Then they came with the key...and we both cried some more and were shaky for a few minutes after that. Scary, then we decided he should NEVER do that again. Thank heavens for the people at the housing office who unlock doors.