Neither Justin or I had ever been successful at transferring sleeping baby William from the car to the house. So having him fall asleep on a drive isn’t exactly an ideal circumstance. We are in a bit of a panic as such a task weighs heavily on the stress-level of young parents.
But this time it’s going to be different. As we near our house, Justin tells me the master plan: “Okay, we will park in the garage, close the garage door, THEN get out of the car, so it’ll be quieter.”
However, we see a tumbleweed in the driveway, so I suggest an alteration to our elaborate plan.
I half-whisper my plan to Justin. (Whispers every other word.) “Okay, so I’ll move the tumbleweed while you park in the garage. Close the garage again BEFORE you open the car door. Take William out. I’ll meet you inside.” It’s flawless. Absolutely no room for error. And it’s go time.
We pull into the driveway. I quietly slip out to dispose of the weed. Step one, check. Garage clicker works the first time. Boom. Justin pulls into the garage and the door closes. Then a sound explodes like a cruise ship in a panic,
“HONK HOOOOOONK HOOOOOOONK!!!”
It was almost humorous for the neighbor’s car alarm to go off at this exact moment. I rush to the front door to assist Justin.
“HONK HOOOOOONK HOOOOOOONK!!!”
While nearing our house, the sound gets oddly louder as I realize it’s coming from INSIDE the garage…and I crack.
“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?!?!” I call out, laughing hysterically. Justin giggles from inside the garage.
Apparently Justin bumped the car alarm button on the key fob in his pocket. — Which went unmentioned in both plans.
Pro tip: Babies don’t stay asleep very long enclosed in a garage with a car alarm blaring.
Another failed attempt.