Oops! I Did It Again

Lightning does strike twice… at least in my house.

This week has been a little hectic. Tuesday night, J-Fed started a small, but noticeable kitchen fire. Wednesday night I locked myself out of the house in the middle of the night when I went to take the puppy out to go the bathroom. Thursday was uneventful. However, by Friday, my mother Kuku had burnt a pan of pudding, leaving my entire house smelling like a cross between an overfilled ashtray and a burning landfill.

I figured by Saturday, everything would once again be right in my world. But boy was I wrong. The evening started out on a calm note. Both of the kids were sleeping over J-Fed’s house, leaving just myself and the dogs. I turned in early, thrilled at the notion that I’d get to sleep in for the first time in weeks. However, it was just par for the course that if something could go wrong, it would.

I had been sleeping soundly until the puppy decided he needed to relieve himself. As I looked at the clock, I tried to ignore the fact that it was 4:30 a.m. I mean, when you gotta go, you gotta go. So I took pity on the poor pup. I carried him out onto the porch and prayed he’d do his duty and do it fast. I made a feeble attempt to keep my eyes half-closed so that I could ease back into a dream-filled sleep.

Of course, nothing ever goes as planned, and that was the case in this event. After he pooped and peed, I went to go back into the house, and what to my wondering eyes did appear, but the sight of a locked door. That’s right. I’d done it again. Locked out. Seriously, what are the chances? Sure it was simple to accidentally push in the bottom lock, but twice in one week? I could have kicked myself… hard… with a steel-toe boot.