Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I pulled on the door. I went to the window, stupid window locked too. Do I really think someone is going to break in, I have everything locked?! Skylee is crying inside, I am feeling like my heart is going to jump out of my chest and I'm sweating in below freezing weather.
Lucky me a friend of Scotty's was pulling up to visit Larry next door. I ran out to him and told him what happened. He got a screw driver and headed over. He pushed and prided and shook. Then he said he needed a big screw driver that he would run to his house and get one and be right back. It seemed like it took forever as I listen to my baby crying inside. She was by the window the whole time looking at me with tears running down her face. Poor thing thinks I left her in there by herself for the fun of it.
Mick comes back and starts working on the door again. He says he might mess up the door some but he could get it open. I told him how much I didn't care for the door anyways and I just needed inside. Praying for what seemed like forever that I could just get in my house and hug my baby. Then "POP" the door is open. The lip of the door is bent, but that doesn't matter. I owe this man big time. I ran in and got Skylee and hugged and kissed her. I'm in the house and Skylee won't let me out her down for about ten minutes. I don't blame her, she looked so scared.
So now I'm making sure that I hide a spare key outside somewhere or give one to the neighbor. I NEVER wanna have that happen again.