On Mondays and Wednesdays, the school I work at releases quite a bit earlier than my other school, so I have time to go home and run 3-4 miles before picking Mac up at daycare. It's been working out swimmingly, except for Monday.
I went home, ran, and even started a load of laundry before heading off to pick up my baby. I grabbed my purse and my cell phone, slamming to door shut behind me. I heard that ominous click before I realized that my keys were inside of my house.
Son of a biscuit.
I can get into my car with a code, so I unlocked the car and grabbed the stroller out before briskly walking to the sitter's house. I called David, who became the hero of my day by leaving work to meet us. And, man, I was glad he did--the sitter's was a bit longer of a trek than I had imagined, it was colder than I anticipated, and people look at you like you're crazy when you're pushing an empty stroller around.
David met me about 8 minutes after I arrived at Missy's and saved the day by driving us home. Even though he had to work at home to make up for leaving early, David didn't complain a bit.
My hero. Ignore the fact that he requested a blog post telling people how great he is--he's still my hero.
On Tuesday, I got the chance to be his hero. He called me on his way home from work and told me that he had blown out a tire.
David tried for a long time to change it on his own, but the angle he was parked at along with the traffic rushing by him just didn't allow it. So he called AAA for help. Since the AAA card is in my name, I have to be present (with card and id) to get help.
Mac and I became David's hero that night. Mac used the drive and wait as an opportunity to nap from 6:30-8, which really made bedtime an unpleasant experience for pretty much everyone.