Poor Link has a fever from teething. Not that unusual, but I hate to see him so out of it. All he wanted to do this morning was snuggle (no complaining there). I decided to go ahead and go about my day as usual. We had a commitment in the city at 2:30 with his agency that I really didn't want to miss. All was going well. We stopped by my parents house to borrow their GPS (I will get lost in San Francisco without it...believe me.) I always allow plenty of time because you never can predict what the bridge traffic will look like. We were making excellent time. I was actually trying to decide what to do with the hour we had before the go-see. Maybe we'd walk around union square, grab lunch. Little did I know I'd be hustling up the stairs with mere minutes before our time slot.
I found great parking in the garage right across the street. It was 1:35...plenty of time. Well, Lincoln was now awake and I decided to change his diaper before begging our city adventure. I set my purse down and preceded to circle round to the back seat, slamming my door behind me. Ok, it was one of those moments when your mind goes 30x faster than your body. That's right. The lights blinked once. Locked. My keys were in my purse. My purse was in the car. Lincoln was in his carseat...UNBUCKLED! Tears immediately flooded my face as I scrambled around to check every door, all the while fear bombarded me! What if he crawls out of his seat and falls off the back seat and gets stuck! What if...panic.
Of course my phone was with my keys so I quickly waved down the next car coming down the row. It was this sweet woman who was so kind as to lend me a hand and a phone. She stopped right in the middle of the row, so of course people were swearing and honking like mad. Weighing probably about 90 lbs (wearing Chanel and 5 inch stilettos) this gorgeous 50+ gramma gets out of her BMW, throws her manicured hands in the air and starts swearing right back at 'em. (She got my back, yo.) Anyway, she stayed with my car as I ran up to security while they called a tow truck. The gentleman security guard walked me back to my car, attempting to console me. "These things happen!" He made funny faces at Lincoln, sitting ever so patiently and nonjudgementally.
Thank God he was so groggy from the fever he didn't try exploring the back seat. Thank God we were parked in a safe cool garage with helpful security guards instead of on the street in the blazing heat surrounded by hippies and hobos! Thank God for a wonderful tow man who arrived in less than 20 minutes! Thank God for free parking! woo hoo!
Needless to say, I'm getting a spare key made and am stapling it onto my forehead...tomorrow.
