If you had to clean up a bunch of shattered glass in a gravel driveway, how would you do it?
I ask because a few days ago we locked Ella in the car. In our driveway. With all the windows rolled up in 90 degree heat and humidity. And the extra set of keys got locked in the car with her.
It was not a proud moment, I can tell you that. When we first got out of the car, it took a few minutes for us to process that we had just locked our daughter in the car, and another few minutes for us to yell at each other about who's fault it was. By that time, Ella was already sweating and her eyes were starting to get panicky, which made us get panicky.
The only solution we could see was to smash a window and climb in. We couldn't call the police, because we live outside town and I thought it would take too long for them to get here. Chad pulled at the window on the back of the station wagon, the one that lifts up on the rear hatch. The one hinge was loose and pulled out easy and we thought we might get out of the situation without any smashing, but the second hinge would not come out. As Chad pulled on it, it unexpectedly shattered in his hands. He got glass all through his feet and ran to the house cursing and bleeding. I pulled chunks of glass out of my bra before I climbed in the car and over the seat to unlock the doors and free my child.
And now I have a driveway full of glass to clean up.
August 4, 2007
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2 comments:
You're so lucky to have your daughter. As far as the glass goes, I'd shovel the enitre area into a garbage can and spread some new grael in it's place. Nice blog. :)
Hola Senorita Sarah.
Yes, I thank the universe for my amazing daughter every single day.
And that's exactly how I dealt with the glass and gravel cocktail: I swept it with a broom as best I could, then spread some new gravel. There's still some glass there, but at least there's less of it.
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