Door Handle Locks

by Heligirl on March 29, 2010

in Daily Ramblings

Ahhh, the toddlers and their demand for independence. Someone pass me a drink already. A double. Hold the fruit.

All weekend long Sweetness found it very convenient that she had the ability to open her door and wonder out at her leisure. This time I didn’t see much in the way of night terrors. Just plane terrorizing. At the ungodly hour of 5 am on a Saturday, she decided it was high time she get on up and share her newly awakened status with the household. I heard the thump or two and woke up. First I figured it might have been the raccoons who like to climb around on the fence and bang around on our porch at night. Then it sounded like it was in the house. I got up, but didn’t see anything. Already awake, I decided to just get my shower in and spend the morning getting stuff done before the garage sale.

However, when I got out of the shower, I heard Mr. Man crying.

“Really? Are you serious?” I ask.  I went out into the hall wearing nothing but the towel on my head to find his door OPEN! His sister and gone in and woken him up because, oh hell, I have no idea why she thought that was a great idea, but once he was awake the wisdom of the decision must have hit her because she left the room. Once I got him up, she wondered in sheepishly and looked at me.

“Are you awake?” I asked her. No response.

“Go to bed.” I said to see if she was sleepwalking.

“No.” Nope, she’s her usual self.

“Go see Daddy.” And off she went to wake Hubby while I calmed Mr. Man, changed his diaper and gave him a bottle. Luckily he went back to sleep for 30 minutes so I could get dressed, feed Sweetness and have breakfast. When a very tired Hubby came out I suggested again my grand idea of those doorknob covers that keep kids from opening doors. He actually looked somewhat receptive to this idea.

Flash forward to Sunday, 6 a.m. I heard a thump. “Oh HELL no!” I opened our bedroom door just in time to stop her from entering her brother’s room. I quietly took her by the hand and lead her to our bed, where she seemed really interested in curling up and falling asleep. For about .3 seconds.

I can’t function without my shower. I need it. I must have it. And Hubby knows the consequences. So he entertained her for 20 minutes while I stood and stretched in the super hot water, dressed and did the ritual face lathering with four different moisturizers to keep age at bay (getting old sucks). Then I took over, even taking the kids to get the grocery shopping done. When I returned, hubby had a great idea – let’s go to Home Depot and get doorknob covers.

Great idea!

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