When Your Heart Stops Beating for a Second...

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I'm feeling a tad bit mentally exhausted after spending four days in Melbourne with 18 students, sticking to a full-on schedule and playing bad cop at night time making sure they're all in their rooms asleep. Not only that, but I have an incredibly sore butt from sitting in the most uncomfortable bus seat in the world for what seemed to be a million hours. I can't tell you how happy I was to finally see my own bed and not have to share a bathroom.... hostel living definitely isn't my cup of tea!

But anyway, the trip was wonderful and Rock of Ages was absolutely fan-freaking-tastic... I probably totally embarrassed some of my students by getting up and dancing at the end, but who cares? Melbournians, you have to go see it, trust me! Anyway, all I wanted to do was chill out and have a relaxing, stress free day today. 

Alas, that was not to be. 

I raced outside to grab some washing off the line, and when i came back I went to open the screen door. 

It wouldn't open. 

My brain refused to register what was happening, and I tried again. Carter looked at me solemnly from the other side.

All of a sudden, it felt like my heart stopped beating for a second when I realised that he had locked me outside. 

Craaaaaap.

I forced myself to calm down and think of my options. I tried coaxing Carter to flick the lock back up, but he just looked puzzled. Front door? Locked. Laundry door? Locked. Carport? Remote inside on my keys. Windows? All shut. 

Holy craaaaaaaaap. This was not good. 

I raced to the neighbors and asked to borrow their phone. They were so lovely, all the boys going over to try and find a way in any way they could and the mum calling the dad to come home and help them. Poor Deon was over an hour away and felt helpless, and kept saying that if there was no way in, I should just smash a window. 

Carter was picking up that something was wrong, and started to tear up. Luckily the little girl also came over to keep him occupied and make him smile while I tried to help the others. The boys tried everything they could, but found no way in. I have to hand it to my mum, she definitely knows how to make a house secure!

After close to an hour, the boys decided to try the kitchen window again. It was almost there then.. SMASH! The window was no more. And honestly? I didn't care. All I wanted to do was get to my little boy and make sure he was OK. The wonderful boys cleaned it all up, taped the window up for me and made sure everything was fine before leaving.

Not to self- ensure you cut spare keys you can give to your Nanna who lives 5 minutes away. That would save a whole lot of stress, panic and money in case it ever happens again.