Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Mrs. Incredible(ly stupid)!

I did something incredibly stupid today and just now, at 8 pm, did I realize it. First, I'll give you a bit of background leading up to my temporary loss of cerebral function.
Piglet is tall for his age. He is no longer able to stretch out in his firetruck toddler bed. So I've been looking for a big boy bed. Piglet's friendfromschool has a loft bed, which is basically a bunk bed without the bottom bunk, and he's asked for one no less than 87,000,000,000,000,000 times. I've been to furniture stores (what is UP with all the furniture posts?) and online and refuse to pay upwards of $700 for a child's bed. So, hellooo, Craigs List. Gotta love Craig. I found the perfect loft bed for sale for $120! Here in my town!! I emailed, he still had it, I called, said can I come look at it, he said sure, gave me the address. So without telling anyone where I'm going (which I never do), I pop Piglet into the truck and we're off.
We show up at the house right on time and ring the bell. A pleasant looking man in his late thirties opens the door and in we go. He says his younger son still has his bed set up, did I want to see it? Of course! So we go upstairs and see the bed. It's fantastic, I must have it right NOW. Sure, perfectly-harmless-in-no-way-threatening man says. The unassembled one is in the basement.
At this point, shouldn't some form of common sense have kicked in? I have my child with me. The one who counts on me to protect him. Did any maternal warning signs activate? Suggest that since it wasn't a good idea to come into the house in the first place, that perhaps it is a worse idea to go into the basement with this man? Why no, not a one. The basement? Sounds fun! Let's go.
Obviously, it all turned out fine, or I wouldn't be posting this. But it very easily could've been different. That man was alone in his house. No one knew where we were. I had no means to defend myself, plus I was in a strange house. Remember Jodie Foster's basement scene in "Silence of the Lambs"? Ok, it's a stretch, but it still could've happened. I had no appointments scheduled, I only answer my phone if I feel like it, and the husband wasn't due home for five more hours. He wouldn't have started worrying until around 8ish. Lots of time for a bad man to hurt a woman who was dumb enough to come to his house alone in the middle of the day. And her little kid.
Sometimes I wonder how I've made it to forty years old. Seriously, there are probably hundreds of situations I've been in that I should have been harmed. I've been lucky, but I must stop relying on luck and be smarter. Piglet doesn't know any better, but I certainly should.

4 comments:

Candy said...

My God you just reminded me of a similar story (thank godness, I need something to blog about! I'll totally give you credit ;)

But I would (and have) done the same thing. I'm so ridiculously trusting, until someone ELSE does that, and then, I'm all DUDE! Are you MAD!?

Glad it worked out ok.

Twisting Ivy said...

We've all done it. I sold my little guy's crib a few years ago, and invited totally-harmless-husband-of-expecting-woman -who-was-still-at-home into my house to pick it up. And I was home alone, with the small one, and The Man was at work.

Dumb dumb dumb... I agree. Even though it rubs me the wrong way sometimes with the whole "I'm a woman, I'm helpless, I need a man to do things for me" idea, but there are situations where they have a point.

Glad he really was harmless, and great you found a bed for Piglet!

Vanessa said...

Glad you found a great bed and I think we have all made decisions that looking back on them we realize how lucky we are it all worked out and we are safe! I don't believe in the "a man must be with me" but I do believe in safety in numbers.

Ree said...

Oh Man. You really had me scared there for a few minutes. I'm so glad everything turned out okay.