Gilly Bean
Princess Spanky Pants
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How I got my 10 day old daughter out of a locked room.
Today was going well. Hubby had to help that witch of a mother move. So, automatically, I was stuck hubby-less, and with 3 kids. Well, friends took Raegan to a movie. One down, that leaves me with two. Kid one, Chris, was being pretty good today. He is much better behaved when he doesn't have a co-hort(sp?).
Kid 2, well, GIllian is fabulous to take care of. She sleeps. Wakes up, eats, sleeps again. Perfect. Change a butt here and there, you know, basic baby stuff.
Well, we have been potty training Jr, and for some reason he prefers our bathroom, to his. (No, he doesn't have his own, the main bathroom we just call the kids bathroom) So, he tells me, Gotta go potty mom. Ok, send him off, tell him to be quiet, because he has to walk through our room, and the baby is in there sleeping.
So far, so good. A few minutes later, I hear the door to our room shut. He comes running out, and tells me, Locked door, momma! All proud as can be. He locked the door to our bedroom, so that Gilly could sleep without being disturbed, is my guess. When we are in there, if we have over-night guests, we lock the door, with us and the kids in there, if it is early morning. To avoid waking anyone.
Anyway, so the door is locked. Shit. I get all nice and calm, looking at it, thinking, easy as pie. NOT. Damn door had the hinges on the inside, not outside. Damn door had a key lock, not a pop button lock. Damn door wasn't budging. Damn door didn't have space to budge even a credit card in. Well fuck.
Wait, a brain storm. There is a small vent at the bottom of the door. (Why? Don't ask me) So, the vent is big enough for Chris to squeeze through. (After I got done screaming and yelling, and being a nice calm mommy, of course, because by now, I was freaking, and the baby was screaming) I look at it logically. There are two screws holding it on, so I figure there must be two for the other half as well. Pop off the first half easily. No prob, bob. The second half, well, the screws were not budging. The door is a fairly cheap thin door, but behind the screws, are little chunks of plywood for the screws to go in to.
By now, I was on the verge of tears. Couldn't get ahold of hubby. The witchs new line is unlisted, and she conviently forgot to leave any of the family members with it. Well, fuck me. So, I call around, and end up with hubby's uncle on the phone.
Yes, I tried the hinges. Yup, tried picking it. Yeah, I even tried the credit card, I answer dutifully, my voice practically breaking because I was trying not to cry on the phone.
Sooo... finally, he says, try to kick in the other vent. Well, duh. There's one I hadn't tried, but should have. Damn vent gave way on kick number 1. YEE HAAA.... Screaming at Chris, Get IN there, and unlock that damn door!
He goes in, and poof, door opens.
VICTORY. Well, I go in, scoop up crying baby, and go out into the nursery. She calms down instantly. Chris... closes the door from the inside, locks it, and climbs out the hole. Uh uh. Not after all that. Sent him back in, and now, only one vent is in place on the door, so I can get in easily, in case it happens again, before I have a chance to buy a new door knob, minus a key lock.
And that is how I spent the last hour. How bout you?
Today was going well. Hubby had to help that witch of a mother move. So, automatically, I was stuck hubby-less, and with 3 kids. Well, friends took Raegan to a movie. One down, that leaves me with two. Kid one, Chris, was being pretty good today. He is much better behaved when he doesn't have a co-hort(sp?).
Kid 2, well, GIllian is fabulous to take care of. She sleeps. Wakes up, eats, sleeps again. Perfect. Change a butt here and there, you know, basic baby stuff.
Well, we have been potty training Jr, and for some reason he prefers our bathroom, to his. (No, he doesn't have his own, the main bathroom we just call the kids bathroom) So, he tells me, Gotta go potty mom. Ok, send him off, tell him to be quiet, because he has to walk through our room, and the baby is in there sleeping.
So far, so good. A few minutes later, I hear the door to our room shut. He comes running out, and tells me, Locked door, momma! All proud as can be. He locked the door to our bedroom, so that Gilly could sleep without being disturbed, is my guess. When we are in there, if we have over-night guests, we lock the door, with us and the kids in there, if it is early morning. To avoid waking anyone.
Anyway, so the door is locked. Shit. I get all nice and calm, looking at it, thinking, easy as pie. NOT. Damn door had the hinges on the inside, not outside. Damn door had a key lock, not a pop button lock. Damn door wasn't budging. Damn door didn't have space to budge even a credit card in. Well fuck.
Wait, a brain storm. There is a small vent at the bottom of the door. (Why? Don't ask me) So, the vent is big enough for Chris to squeeze through. (After I got done screaming and yelling, and being a nice calm mommy, of course, because by now, I was freaking, and the baby was screaming) I look at it logically. There are two screws holding it on, so I figure there must be two for the other half as well. Pop off the first half easily. No prob, bob. The second half, well, the screws were not budging. The door is a fairly cheap thin door, but behind the screws, are little chunks of plywood for the screws to go in to.
By now, I was on the verge of tears. Couldn't get ahold of hubby. The witchs new line is unlisted, and she conviently forgot to leave any of the family members with it. Well, fuck me. So, I call around, and end up with hubby's uncle on the phone.
Yes, I tried the hinges. Yup, tried picking it. Yeah, I even tried the credit card, I answer dutifully, my voice practically breaking because I was trying not to cry on the phone.
Sooo... finally, he says, try to kick in the other vent. Well, duh. There's one I hadn't tried, but should have. Damn vent gave way on kick number 1. YEE HAAA.... Screaming at Chris, Get IN there, and unlock that damn door!
He goes in, and poof, door opens.
VICTORY. Well, I go in, scoop up crying baby, and go out into the nursery. She calms down instantly. Chris... closes the door from the inside, locks it, and climbs out the hole. Uh uh. Not after all that. Sent him back in, and now, only one vent is in place on the door, so I can get in easily, in case it happens again, before I have a chance to buy a new door knob, minus a key lock.
And that is how I spent the last hour. How bout you?
