Craziness

For some reason in the last two weeks or so, I have had a few close calls with locking myself out of my car. UGH! How could I be so thoughtless, I think to myself! This is such a simple task, opening/closing a car. Well, this has been really frustrating, not to mention inconvenient and simply ridiculous on my part. I've just got to think more about this simple action of locking/unlocking my vehicle! So,let me retell my experiences: he first instance was last Thursday as I was hustling to campus #2 for class #2 in the rain and in a moment of flurry in trying to get the umbrella out of the backseat and not get wet, I mistakenly locked myself out of the car with the keys inside! There I was standing in the pouring rain as my purse (with keys and cell phone inside),umbrella, uneaten lunch, all teaching materials, etc., inside the window peering at me. Immediately I had a moment of panic. First, I ran inside to escape the rain and try to find a phone to call Lee. Then I realized that I hadn't committed to memory Lee's new work blackberry number and as he doesn't carry his cell phone anymore, I wasn't sure how I was going to contact him. With 45 minutes til class, I finally stumbled into a kind colleague who ingeniously suggested to call campus security to see if they could use their police tools and break in to my car. Boom-battah-bing, it worked! Alas, 10 min til class, disheveled, dripping wet and hungry, I shuffled to class just in time! Whew!
But wait, there's more!!! This morning after pulling up to Sullivan's daycare, I am trying to hastily, but effectively, brush her teeth while she is still in her carseat before I take her in to her classroom. Somehow, I close her door, try to open the front door and realize that I've locked her inside! AHHH! No! Not again, I say to myself! Swiftly, I run into the daycare center and encounter a kind granpa who is quickly helping me brainstorm who to contact at 7:25am to help me once again break into my own car. Meanwhile, Sullivan is sweetly handling her sweater and is happy as a clam. Then, as I am trying to collect myself, I put my hands in my pocket and POOF! There are my missing keys! WHAT? Am I losing my mind here?! I am done with all this car key drama. I don't like drama. I don't do drama. Ugh. Thankfully, Sullivan remained intact and happy through all of these instances, but man! I am wornout by this self-inflicted craziness.