I got up at 5:30am this morning and pop in the Jillian Michaels 30 day shred dvd and began my workout. I felt pretty good doing it even though it always kicks my butt. But 20 minutes later, it was a relief to know workout for the day was complete.
I figured I deserved to smoke before I hopped in the shower, so I did just that and stepped outside. Well, I go to open the door to get back in the house and the damn door is locked. I forgot that since Dave is working I lock both the regular lock and the dead bolt. I thought to myself, "No worries, I can go through the garage". So I use the code and open the big garage door. I try to open the house door and sure enough, it's locked too. Again, I get paranoid when D is gone. So now I am starting to panic since Dave is gone for another 30 minutes and the 3 kids are in the house alone. I didn't even know if they were sleeping. I went to the neighbors and called Dave who was going to try to get home faster. In the meantime I rang and rang and rang the doorbell in hopes Halle would hear it and come let me in and...nothing. So I went around back knowing the playroom (which is right next to Halle's room) was cracked. I called her name a few times trying to get her to come to the window. Mind you, it is 7:00am by this time, so I am still trying not to yell in respect for the neighbors. Finally, she popped her little head through the curtain and lets me in.
So my day started out shaky, and I was a little behind, but I did get the workout in so I will give myself a pat on the back.