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March 17, 2011

That time the cops came.

Monday through Thursday we get up every morning and have somewhere to be.  Preschool, Gymboree, dance class, the morning commitments go on and on.  Fridays are our lazy days.  Our days to stay in pj's til noon, watch Sesame Street and snuggle. 

One particular Friday I hopped in the shower around 10:30 am.  When I emerged from the steam, Madeline was not a happy camper in her Pack N Play.  I put on clean "lounge wear," threw my towel on my head and let her out.  Our bedroom is fairly baby proofed so I let her wander while I moisturized, brushed my teeth and then

BEEP! BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

What the -? 

I glance over to see Madeline holding my keys.  It took another second to realize she had just pushed the panic button on my key chain.  For the house alarm.  I frantically yank the keys out of her hand and hit the OFF button.

Beeping continues.

I run over to the key pad and enter the code.  Phew, beeping stops.  Halfway finished with my walk back to the bedroom, I hear someone talking.  Seriously confused, I walk towards the voice.  She is coming out of our alarm keypad asking for our password.

Crap.

We narrowed it down to two passwords a few weeks ago.  Was it Alpha or Omega?  I hope for the best and say Alpha.

"Thank you."  Click.  No time to tell her that I wasn't 100% sure that was the right one, it could have been Omega.  But she seemed pleasant and hung up so I must have got it right.

Still with a towel on my head, I grab our cordless phone on the way back to the bedroom to call my mom.

"You would never believe what just happened!  Madeline just hit the panic button and the alarm went off and then the alarm lady was on the phone asking for the password!  I think I gave the right one, oh wait, hang on there's someone at the door."

I look out the window and see two police officers. 

"Um, Mom?  The cops are here, gotta go."

Now would be the appropriate time to tell you that the towel is still on my head.  The kitchen is a mess and there are toys everywhere.  The girls are still in their pajamas at 11 am and the cops don't think my story of the 18 month old pushing the key chain panic button is one bit cute or funny.

After I show them my license and apologize a few hundred times, they finally leave. 

Once the humiliation fades and I call to verify that you only get charged after you 3rd false alarm, I'm thrilled with the test run.  In less than 5 minutes we had a call to check in and the cops come.  Hey, I think that's a success!


Have you had the pleasure of a visit from your friendly officers? 

10 comments:

  1. Sorta Southern Single MomMarch 17, 2011 at 5:56 AM

    Yup.. 911 was dialed from my house when I was hugely pregnant with The Girl. We are pretty sure that it was NOT The Boy, who was 17 months and could not reach the phone. At the time, we thought it might have been me, because I hadn't to make an automated call where I had to choose numbers, but we never were sure. Imagine what went through that cop's head when my ex opened the door and his hugely pregnant wife walks in behind him with a baby on her hip! :)

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  2. coolkidsMarch 17, 2011 at 11:14 AM

    OMG! That has not happened to us yet at least.;)

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  3. jennMarch 17, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    so if i said i thought that was funny, we'd still be bloggy friends, right?

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  4. megtruth1March 17, 2011 at 9:47 PM

    Too funny!!! That's not as bad as when I called the fire department because my city apartment hallway smelled like gas. 2 firetrucks with lots of hot firemen showed up. Turns out the maintenance man was filling up the lawn mower with gas in our vestibule. NICE! They weren't very happy!

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  5. mdforkidsMarch 17, 2011 at 11:42 PM

    Oh my gosh! But yeah, at least you know the system works! We have not had that happen...yet...knock on wood.

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  6. alisonMarch 18, 2011 at 6:08 AM

    ava has hit the panic button on my keychain a million times...but the one for the CAR, not for the house! (mainly bc we live in the middle of nowhere and our dogs are our alarm system!). at least you know the system works.....silver lining, my friend ;)

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  7. Mom Went CrazyMarch 18, 2011 at 9:33 AM

    You are too funny! I live in fear that someone will be injured at our house because if the ambulance had to come to our messy home, I think I would die of shame! At least you know the cops are on top of things!

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  8. AmyMarch 18, 2011 at 10:47 AM

    When we lived in AZ, Izzie was 2 & dialed 911 on my cell. I didn't realize it & she was running around the living room screaming a song. All the 911 operator heard was screaming. The cops were at my door in minutes. They were not happy!

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  9. LizMarch 18, 2011 at 1:08 PM

    That would give me a heart attack, and I'd be terribly embarrassed. But good for you for looking at the bright side! It really is a good test run.

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  10. ShannonMarch 21, 2011 at 7:58 PM

    Now that's a fun Friday morning! What a good story to tell your hubby that evening!

    At least you know the cops are good to respond!

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