Isn't It Ironic

Do you ever feel like your life flows in inevitable cycles of good and bad? Ups and downs? Hills and valleys?

There are days when I feel on top of the world. I am organized and efficient. I am super mom/wife/daughter. Things just go right. Life feels good and easy.

And then there are days {weeks} where I feel like no matter what I do I just can't get ahead. Nothing I do or say comes out right. I plan to leave 15 minutes early and somehow still arrive 30 minutes late. If something bad could happen, it does.

That's the kind of week I had last week. I felt like somebody had stuck a giant "Kick Me" sign on my back.

Broken garbage disposal. Dishes chipped in the dishwasher. Malfunctioning washer. Having an impromptu garage sale (good) that I was unprepared for (bad). Horrible cramps and a bad headache. Late nights, early mornings, and some seriously raging hormones to boot.

Then, in what was a fitting end to the week, I locked my keys in the car.

Or, to be more accurate, my car locked me out.

I wish I were kidding.

I was buckling Lily into her car seat, keys in hand, and she kept trying to grab onto them, so I tossed them on the front seat -- mistake #1.

I shut the passenger door -- mistake #2.

I grab the handle to open the driver's side door and hear an ominous, "Click". The automatic locks, automatically locked themselves. With my keys inside...and my child!

I just stood there frozen thinking, "Oh, no. No you did not!" But it did.

We began the process of breaking into our car. Dave with a wire hanger -- no luck. My dad with a bevy of lock picking tools -- close, but no cigar.

Car alarm blaring, neighbors gawking, baby crying, my face flaming....we call the police.

Finally, after an agonizing 6o plus minutes, we manage to snag the keys from the front seat and shove them through a miniscule crack in the door just enough to push the "Unlock" button on the the key fob.

The police officer says, "Well, be thankful your anti-theft system is working so well. We had about 10 vehicles broken into last night and those people are wishing their cars would have been a little harder to get into."

And that, my friends, is what we like to call irony.

Here's to having a better week.