I’ve had to call my neighbor to rescue me twice since moving into my neighborhood 2 years ago.
The first time I was locked in the bathroom one morning by my 4 year old from a make-shift child safety lock my husband installed the night before to keep my twins from going into the bathroom unassisted and wrecking havoc. Thankfully I had my phone in my pocket and was able to use my lifeline.
You would think that would be a “most embarrassing moment” in my life, but that was just a Tuesday for me.
Ridiculous moments seem to have become common occurrences. Then I had a toy drill stuck in my hair an hour before I was supposed to go out and meet with “real people” at my first ever book club meeting.
As I was getting ready to go, my twins wanted to play beauty salon and since 3 out of my 4 kids are boys, we don’t have many beauty salon toys lying around. So naturally, my son was pretending to cut my hair with a screwdriver and my daughter was using a toy power drill. I didn’t realize the consequences of this selection until it was too late and I had a freaking toy power drill wound so tightly around a big chunk of hair that I had to call my neighbor again in a panic.
“I don’t know how to say this, but I have a toy drill stuck in my hair and need to be rescued…again.”
After many attempts to unwind and free my hair from the drill she had to go “Sixteen Candles” on my hair. All I pictured in that moment was that she was the Girl in a puffy fur coat and I was the drunk blonde who had made bad choices and had my hair stuck in the door.
So with a big chunk of hair missing I headed off to see “real people” with a smile…and a hat.