Extremely guilty for acting helpless and angry yesterday after my Ate L accidentally locked us out of the house.
I can still vividly picture my girls frightened faces seeing me panicking and acting crazy and upset knowing that i cannot do anything
(or so i thought) other than breaking the garage door or the sliding glass back door for us to be able to get in the house that evening
(approximately close to 8pm when this happen).
After a few attempts of deep breaths to think clearly, i manage to braze myself and courageously walk to a neighbor who was with her young boys playing outside, and told her of our embarrassing situation. Gladly she was helpful enough for me to get hold of husband
(who happens to just have left work for a 12hour shift) to save us from our fiasco. She even let us lend her sons cellphone while waiting for hubby in our garage. To top it all, one of her son brought my girls a plate of snacks and chocolate drink to get us by that evening.
Despite the misfortune we had, we are still lucky to have a wonderful neighbor like
Ms E and her family, who willingly help us through our ordeal.
My girls and myself felt safe and warm inside our home after almost 2hrs of being stuck outside... now i don't even feel like leaving the house currently, or if that time comes that we have to, i feel like i will be back to my own OC
(obssessive compulsive) self to check everything before that door closes.
Photos posted above hoping to lighten our not so great happenings last night. These were taken at
La Jolla Shores over a week ago, July 4th weekend.