Here's how it went down at my house this morning:
My self....tired, yet determined.
Got Goliath off to school. Had a follow-up appointment with the surgeon for a post-op exam, then I was supposed to meet my friend Hope and her boys in Frisco for lunch and playtime. By 8:45, I had everything together for my 9:00 appointment and we were out the door. The little boys were getting in the car and I pushed the button to open the garage door. Sounded like this:
The kids are freaking out (it was a LOUD noise), the door is dead, my car is stuck in the garage, and I am stranded. I call Hubs in St. Louis. He tells me to pull on the red string, which I do, and nothing happens. He can't help. I call the doctor's office, and they laugh at me and reschedule. I call the landlord, who says he'll be right over. I wait 30 minutes. He comes over, diagnoses a broken spring, manages to manually open the door, and we are free.
I am only a little late for the playdate, and the repairman has come and gone by the time I get back home.
But now my 2 little boys are terrified to go into the garage, so maybe I should just start parking in front of the house anyway.
Does stuff like this only happen to me?!?!?!?