It is sometimes easier to wake the dead than 2 little sleeping girls

Maybe I shouldn't admit this, but sometimes at night after the kids have gone to bed, we lock them in the house and go for a walk. They are old enough that even if they woke up, they will be ok.
So, Sunday night we went for one such walk around the park. When we got back to the house we realized neither of us had remembered our keys. We are usually so good about double checking we have the keys before we lock up, but apparently not this time. Still feeling cool and collected we thought, "no big deal" we will just call the kids. We felt bad about waking them up, but what else could we do? We called their cell phone, but no answer. Now what?  We called a bunch of times, and it rang like it was turned on, but maybe the ringer was off, or maybe it was in the other room.

I already know that I am pretty careful to secure windows, but we proceeded to check every window. Of course they are all very secure.
During this process our downstairs neighbors came out to see who it was that was trying to break into the house. Too bad they didn't have a spare key to our apartment. 

So, we moved on to the next phase: of waking the kids up. Their window is directly over a stairway that leads to the basement. So getting to it isn't easy. I found a stick, well actually a pole of a scarecrow, and went around to try to tap on their window. I was pretty sure at this point I would either scare them to death, scaring them for life, or someone would call the police on us. I began knocking on their window, but couldn't really see what was going on.
Howard tried for a while to break in the back door using his old Payson library card. But all it did was destroyed his chance of ever checking out a book from them again.

I found a flashlight in the car and found that if I climbed up on the railing that led downstairs I was high enough to see what was going on their bedroom. Keep in mind, the only thing keeping me from catching my death of stairs was a narrow, old, rot iron railing. At least I could steady myself by holding on to the wall.
I was glad to see they were not in their freaking out from fear of who was knocking on the window, they were still sleeping soundly. I shined the flash light right in Taio's face, but she slept through it.

Dang daylight savings time sleepiness.

I couldn't see Asia, she was shielded by blankets. I began knocking/pounding and waving the light around in Taio's face, and where I thought Asia's face might be, but they slept on. I went to check on Howard a few times when I got tired, and debated calling a locksmith.
I couldn't believe how deeply they were sleeping! How can you sleep through someone pounding on your window?Good grief what if it was a fire they were sleeping through?

Finally after I don't know how long Taio began to stir, and Asia sat up. I went crazy pounding and calling their names, giving up on being at all quiet and not disturbing the neighbors. Then when Taio actually opened her eyes and looked my way, I shined the flashlight at my own face so she knew it was me, and convinced her we needed to be let in the house. She came to the window and said slowly and loudly, like I was very far away, "I am going to go unlock the door."

The next morning Asia asked me why she had 26 missed calls and two text messages from us.
She may have looked like she was waking up but actually she slept through the whole thing.

I guess it is time to put a spare key somewhere, or install some sort of buzzer in my kids beds that gives them an electric shock.