I just managed to lock myself out of my appartment. I had my arms full with computer, purse, and two bags of laundry. Just as the door shut I had that split second of clarity... NOOOOOO don't pull the door shut. CLICK! I had left my keys on the bookshelf. I did have my purse and therefore my cell phone, so I called my mom. (I was headed over to do laundry anyway and they're all of half a mile away) My landlords weren't home so I figured I'd call home and call them from there. I'd just leave a message for someone to please go next door and unlock my door for me.
Just as I explained this to my mom, my landlady pulled into the driveway. "Mom, nevermind. My landlady just drove up." Then... beep, beep, beep... my phone died. My landlady laughed at me and then let me in. I grabbed my keys, re-locked my door (with keys firmly in hand) and loaded my laundry into my car. A very relieved me drove to my parents house.
Now the phone is re-charging and my first load of whites are going in the washing machine. Added bonus... I'm about to get a Mommy Meal. What is it about Mommy cooking that is so much better than anything I can do?
And a Hannah update. She's still in the hospital although there isn't really anything wrong with her anymore. She still has a trach but both of her parent's know how to take care of that. The hospital is really dragging their feet for unknown reasons. Also, she's probably Deaf. Keva called and told me that they did a hearing test and it appears that she's 100% Deaf in one ear and 80% in the other. So, depending on what ends up happening I may be babysitting and teaching parents how to sign. I don't consider Deafness a tragedy, it's just a different culture and language, but I know it will be hard for Hannah's parents to deal with so everyone please keep them in your thoughts.