It all started at 8:30 this morning...

...which really isn't too early, except when its only 3:30p.m. on that same day and you have had a day like this! This is quite the chapter in our little story book of life.

So I get up and do the usual routine of getting the kids up, fed, cleaned, and dressed. Packing the diaper bag and into the car. It seriously takes 2 hours. WHY? It takes that long everyday, and it seems like I can never get out of the house. Will it ever get faster and easier? I imagine when the kids are older. (BTW, I wasn't even ready.) So tack on another hour for that. So as I am driving around the corner out of my neighborhood I hear Tate grunting. His morning poo. I think to myself: "You should probably turn around and get a change of clothes and change his diaper." Tate is famous (practically everyday) for the poops that go down his legs and up his back. I decide to for-go the turn around because of how long it took to get out of the house and I JUST WANT TO GO TO THE GYM! Is this too much to ask?

I get to the gym parking lot, and yep, its the worst ever. Up his back and down to his ankles. Luckily, my mom only lives a couple miles from the gym. So I pack him back in and get to my moms where I bathe Tate and throw his clothes in the wash. I got her to watch Tate while I took Lilly back to the kids club at the gym while I worked out. This was the first time (besides nursery last Sunday) that I have ever left her to be babysat by strangers with lots of other kids. YIKES! I just get all sorts of anxiety. I'm probably too protective of my kids but I don't care. So I'm running on the treadmill and they have tv's in front of them where I can turn it onto a certain channel and watch the kids club. I run as I watch these mean boys hit her with a toy car and she starts crying and walking over to all the workers with her arms up in the air saying if she could, "please pick me up!" It broke my heart so I hurried and got back in there, cutting my workout short.

I proceed to the car where I buckle Lilly in, throw my wallet, keys, and water bottle on the seat. I shut the door, and it LOCKS! It had never done that before. I try coaxing Lilly to pull up the lock and she keeps trying but she just can't do it. After about 5 minutes I start panicking and run into the gym to call a locksmith. The wait is over an hour so we call 911. So yes, firetrucks, policeman, the whole 9 shows up. I'm pretty panicky because its been about 20 minutes and Lilly is sweating and crying and she is trying so hard to open the door but can't.

Since our car is a 2010, they told me they didn't have the new equipment to get in easily and so there was a fire fighter on each door trying to get the doors open but nothing is budging. I'm thinking that I am about to break the window by now. After trying for what seemed like an hour one of the cops said to me, "too bad you don't have on-star" OH BUT I DO! Thanks to my wonderful husband, which is a whole other story because I got mad at him the day he was having it installed because it took so long, blah blah blah. Basically, this long explanation comes to an end because all they had to do was call on-star and they opened our doors. When we got Lilly out of the car she was very hot and pale, they were nervous for a little bit, but she cooled off quickly and was back to her chatty self. Thank goodness it wasn't 118 in the summer. What a stressful day. All just to go to the dang gym.

I now love On-Star. I think I might purchase it after our free year trial.

P.S. The cops were like "is your spare key close by?" Me: "ya, its pretty close, its in the glove box." I blamed it on my blonde hair.