The sensible thing to do would have been to call campus security to let me into my house (at an unknown cost), or camp out at a neighbor's house until Jeremy got home. But I am not sensible, apparently, because I talked myself out of doing either of those things.
Instead, I told myself that Jeremy would be home soon enough. In the meantime, I tried boosting Magdalena through the opening in our back garden wall, so we could at least try the sliding glass door. We tried both windows in front. When none of that worked, we spent our time tidying up the front patio while we waited. We even hosed off the scooters and jogging stroller. We were sitting pretty.
Then all at once, everyone was thirsty and hungry and hot and needing to pee. I nursed Sterling, and he soiled his diaper. So I took his diaper off and wet the burp cloth to use as a wipe (I may never use it as a burp cloth again). When I took his clean little diaperless self back onto my lap, he soiled himself again, all over me. "Sitting pretty" had turned into me sitting in front of my house on a poo-stained patio with a naked baby, sopping wet pants from hosing myself off, an 8-year-old about to wet HER pants, and a 5-year-old in a leotard.
So we put the hose on very low on the ramp part of our patio and the girls played makeshift Slip 'n Slide in their clothes until Jeremy got home and rescued us. In total, we were outside for about 80 minutes, the first hour of which was pretty uneventful and the last 20 minutes of which I could have done without. But all is well that ends well, I suppose.