Did you know if the child locks in a car are enabled the back doors of that car will not OPEN from the inside no matter how much yanking and pulling you do. They will not budge even if you have just struggled to get twin 2 year olds buckled into their car seats with their 5 year old sister watching like a hawk. Nope, not a chance. Then the 5 year old says, “you”re gonna have to crawl over the front seat. That’s what the au pair does.”
The definition of “au pair” flashes in front of my jet lagged eyes……”usually females in their teens or early 20’s.” Oh well…..no matter. I’m a modern female, not a young flexible whippersnapper so I pull out my cell phone and call “the mother”. After a few moments of laughter at my expense “the mother” let’s me out of the car and we continue on with the plan for the day.
The plan for the day includes me working at the twins nursery school to fulfill the co-op part of this co-op school. After a short 8 hours of arriving at my destination I find myself working a 2 hour period helping take care of 17 tiny tots. I’m not a morning person so I rationalize the 3 hour time difference is working in my favor.
I finish my stint and pile the twins back into the beast of a car being extremely careful of not letting the door slam shut. Seriously this car is so big I could run one of those Mini Coopers and not even feel a bump.
Onward to pick the 5 year old up. All of my charges in the car we head back home. I park in front of the house on a hill as everyone does in Seattle. I manage to get out of the car by jumping down about a foot. Then to get into the back seats I have to grab side bars and pull myself up. Gasping for air I start to unbuckle the twins. My foot is holding the door open. I must have moved my foot ever so slightly I hear the unmistakable slamming of the car door. A few inappropriate words flew out of my mouth when the 5 year old looks at me without blinking and says, “I got it.” I notice she had started to open her door.
“Don’t let it close!” I yell in a desperate voice. Her tiny, but strong body, holding back the bulky car door. I practically throw myself at the open door. I told her she was my rock star! We all happily climbed up the 15 stairs to the front door. I put my key in the lock and it took 4 tries before it worked.
I had a huge glass of wine with dinner that night. All’s well that ends well.
The end of day 1