So, I ran into a friend and her very rambunctious 7 year old at the store and invited her over for a minute. We were on the balcony and the kids were inside and the 7 year old came outside and closed the glass door after himself saying he couldn't take the crying anymore (which wasn't bad, he was just over-tired and whining because I didn't let him outside with us). Next thing you know...Ben locked us out; on the second floor (well, floor and a half. The first floor is half underground so I'm not a FULL two floors up) Well, it's parents weekend at the college so no one was walking by my place, no one coming in or out of the building...nothing. Ben was getting hysterical and melting down because we were stuck. The only option was for me to jump off my balcony which didn't sound super appealing since I'm terrified of heights. But I jumped, got scraped and bruised all to hell but nothing serious and nothing broken. Got into the house and saved the day. However I called my dad to get a little "you did the right thing, good job" pat on the back and he lectured me on how it shouldn't have happened in the first place and made me feel like the worst mom in the world (to which I responded "I'm sure you were the PERFECT parent...like the time you and mom didn't watch me close enough when I was 4 and I climbed down into a slippery and treacherous tide pool and you didn't realize I was gone until the tide was coming in and you had to rescue me...cause that's perfect parenting there."). Do you ladies think I overreacted to my dad and I shouldn't have let that happen in the first place or that it was a simple mistake that could have happened to anyone and I did the right thing? Now the adrenaline is fading and I hurt a lot, but I also feel REALLY proud of myself that I kept my cool and stayed calm while I faced one of my biggest fears so that I could get back to my baby.