On New Year's Eve, I had quite the experience, and I am glad it ended my 2008 rather than kicked off my 2009.
I failed to see the humor in it at the time, but as I look back, I can chuckle a little as I retell the story that many rolled in laughter about.
If you remember, there was a heck of a snowstorm that day. The temperature was low and the winds were whipping, but, alas, The Daily Star does not have snow days. So, I proceeded to get ready for work.
Part of my morning schedule is to take my briefcase, my 2-year-old daughter Hailey's day-care bag, my purse and other items out to the car before bundling Hailey into her winter garb and heading out the door.
The less I have in my hands when getting her strapped in, the better. So in my T-shirt, sweats and slippers, I ran out to the car, which is about 10 feet from our front door. With four bags in tow, I put the keys into the ignition to get the car warmed up, and headed back for shelter.
That's when my troubles began.
I tried to turn the knob on the front door ... and it didn't turn.
Thinking that wasn't possible, silly me, I tried turning it a few more times for good measure ... with the same result.
My perfect little angel had locked her mother out of the house.
My first reaction was fear, as my heart sank to the pit of my stomach. I knew my house keys were inside. The second thought I had was, oh, no big deal. I will just go around back and use the basement door.
So I waded down back as snow continued to accumulate and realized the dead bolt that was locked on that door was not going to help me get in.