A big fat sign with neon lighting

Yesterday morning, HRJ and I decided after a week of being stuck in the house and a few weeks of me not being able to go far from the house, that we would go to playgroup. It was at a new park at 10am, btw what is it with everything for kids being at 10am? HRJ and I dragged ourselves up from our nap, oh ya we go down for a nap at 6:30 am now..just guess our new wake up time? 4:15 and got ready. I filled the diaper bag with food for him myself and got us dressed up in our first long sleeves of the season. As we were getting ready, I noticed that HRJ's nose was dripping buckets.

"Maybe we shouldn't go," I thought. "No, he needs to get out and play with other kids. I'll just bundle him up."

I questioned my decision a bit so I called my Madre for a second opinion. She hemmed and hawd, but finally she agreed with me that he needed to get out...and so did I. We hung up and I threw the last few things into the diaper bag. With the bag over my arm, I met HRJ at the door and we headed out. As soon as he was off the first step, I turned around and noticed the back door was unlocked.  Being that we were actually running on time and HRJ was half way down the walk, I considered not locking it.

"No," I decided. "I need to lock it."

I called HRJ back up to the door, and with the speed of a super hero I was there and back before he could say, Mom. I pushed the door open and walked out pulling it shut behind me. As soon as it latched, I reliazed I forgot to grab my car key. I reached into my pocket, grabbed the house key and pointed it toward the lock. The key met the lock but wouldn't go in, I turned it upside down. It wouldn't budge. It wouldn't even fit a little bit. All of a sudden a light bulb went off in my head, I as holding a silver key, my house key is gold.

I had grabbed the wrong key. HRJ and I were locked out of the house with my car key inside the house.

I took that as a sign we weren't supposed to go to playgroup.