"Hello, 911"

"Hello, 911. What is your emergency?". That is how it started. One of the worst days of my life so far. OK, I exaggerate slightly. I can look back on this day now and laugh my little behind off. The day this happened...not so much.



So, I was walking up the stairs into the house. As always, my hands are full. I have a baby, a diaper bag, a doll left behind in the car by my 4 year old and probably a bunch more loose objects. I have my cell phone tucked in my coat pocket (as I usually do). My beloved cell phone that I had only had for a few months. It was pink. YAH! It had a cool screen and it slid open to to reveal letters for texting. Yah, I'm in total aw of this phone. NEVER had something so nice! Anyways, back to the story. . .

I am about half way up the stairs when I hear a voice coming from somewhere. The TV was off, no radio, my husband was sleeping after his night shift and the kids miraculously were quiet. It took me a second to figure out that the voice was coming from somewhere on ME! CRAP, with all the stuff I was carrying, I had somehow dialed someone. Probably someone in the phonebook, or history...no big deal. I would just pull my phone out of my pocket and say Sorry and get on with my day. I get to the top of the stairs, and drop everything (expect the baby of course). I reach into my pocket and the voice is clear now. It repeats itself, "Hello, 911. What is your emergency?" %*#&!!! Are you freakin kidding me. My phone dialled 911. OMG! So, what do I do, I hang up on the dispatcher. STUPID STUPID STUPID!! I should have just explained to her what happened. Oh well, right, on with my day. Not really though. 2 minutes later my cell phone rings. I know it's her and I know I'm in big trouble!!

I say hello and start to explain what happened. I insist it was an accident and that I don't know how my phone did it. I am sweating at this point by the way. The dispatcher does her job thoroughly and for a few minutes asks me questions about where I am, Is anyone making me say things, Am I being held against my will, Are there any weapons in the house...ummm.....NO to all. The conversation is coming to an end, I can feel her questions becoming less serious in nature. She believes me (I think). At the end of the call, she explains to me that she is sending to officers over to investigate. I am about to tell her it's not necessary, but stop myself. This would make her suspicious, and I believe this could have led to a "hostage situation" on the news. I kept my mouth shut.

In about five minutes, two big mean cops were going to be pounding at my door. They were going to be mean and possibly cuff me and take me away. I mean, not really, but as I waited those long five minutes, lots of crazy possibilities ran through my mind. I tried to tell myself that this happens all the time. If my phone dialed by accident, I'm sure the cops responded to dozens of calls like this on a daily basis, right. My thoughts were interrupted by a rap at the door. Crap, they're here.

I walked down stairs, opened the door almost in tears because, 1. I was so nervous, 2. I was so embarrassed, and 3. Because I am an uber emotional person. I opened the door to two really big officers. We are talking 6 foot 5 inches....230 pounds of mean looking cop! They asked to come in and duh, I said yes. They explained to me that they would need to search the premises. Crap again!! I say this cause my husband was upstairs sleeping after his night shift. Completely oblivious to what had happened. I imagined the cops opening the bedroom door and him sitting straight up in bed with a WTF look on his face.

While one officer took my info down the other searched my messy house. After a few minutes they were out the door. They were really nice. And you know what, apparently this does happen quite often!! Best of all, hours later, my husband woke up and was completely unaware of the events of the day!