evening of an unbalanced woman

Tonight was not one of my best. Here's how it went.
I had rented a couple of movies from Red Box and needed to return them. So at 7pm this evening we all piled in the car to run to the store to drop these off. I forgot my phone on the counter and didn't think much of it since I was only making a quick trip out. I pull up right in front of the store and where I return the movies so I can leave the kids in the car and keep an eye on them while I wait to turn these in. Of course there was a line I had to wait in and once it was my turn I slipped them in and got back to the car. But to my horror the door was locked, all the doors were locked. I panicked! I had 4 kids in the car, running I might add, and one was only two weeks old and could be screaming for all I knew. So this nice man who worked at the store saw me in distress and offered his help. Well I was in tears, being an emotional basket case still, and he kept saying "oh now don't cry" which of course made it worse. Well he pulls out his phone and asks if there is anyone I can call? My mind draws a blank. Todd is on an airplane somewhere between San Fransisco and Salt Lake, I don't know any one's phone number because I never dial them I just push their name in my phone. I got nothin'. So this man says's he'll call the police and see if they'll come and unlock my door for me. Well he's giving them the particulars, where we are, who's in the car, the make and model of the car, etc. I get on the phone and give them my name and then it dawns on me, Quinton. Quinton can open the door. so I go to the back window and tell him to come up and open the door, and two seconds later I'm in.
But wait my evening isn't over yet. We drive home and all pile out of the car and head into the house through the garage and the kids get to the door and say "mom it's locked". So you should know I don't have a house key. I haven't had one the entire time we've been at this house. I always come in by way of the garage and that door is NEVER locked! Luckily we keep a lock box on our front porch so if while we're away and some one needed to get in they would have a way. Well I go try the lock box but my code isn't working. I know my sister and her husband have used it to get in while we've been gone so they would know the code, but no cell phone. So we all pile back in the car and drive to my sisters so I can ask them for the code to get to my key. And of course I start balling trying to explain what's happened. I'm an emotional wreck!!!!
And you'll all be happy to know that the code they gave me worked and we got in.
Now both of these things wouldn't have been such a big deal if I had been rational and thought them through. I would have realized in the beginning Quinton could have opened the door, I would have remembered that our code is the same as my parents back home, (just so I could remember it). So yes I will be thrilled when my hormones get back in balance and I can react with out all the emotion involved.
(Todd will be editing this later so please excuse the grammatical mistakes : ))