Ever been locked IN your house?

Ok…Had a rather interresting morning. Trevor is still laughing about it and said it was blogable. So therefore I am going to get right on that before he has a change to. After all…no telling what he’ll say about it.

So there I was minding my own business. The boys are playing downstairs in the playroom (which, by the way, plays a big part in this story. The playroom was originally a garage when the house was built, so the door locks from the inside of the house instead of the outside.)

I was doing some cleaning upstairs and decided it was time to tackle the playroom. The boys are horrible about cleaing up after themselves…still working on that. Anyhoo…so as I was cleaning, Zion is tying yarn to the door to make a trap. (he’s really been into that lately). I told him 2 times to stop closing the door cause I had to go in and out to put things away. Did he listen? NO!!! So on my last trip into the playroom Zion closes the door. Once again I tell him to open it and leave it open to which he replys “but mommy, its stuck.”

“Stuck?” I say. I walk over to the door, turn the knob and low and behold it is indeed stuck. Locked from the inside. “Great!” I say. “How am i gonna get out of this playroom now?”

There is a door in the playroom which goes outside, so I walk outside and all around the house, looking for a way into the upstairs room, but no other doors or windows are open or even unlocked. So back into the playroom i go. After trying for about 15 minutes with a bobbypin that i pulled from my hair, to try and pick the lock, and having no luck, I tell the boys to stay put and go next door to our really nice neighbors to use the phone. I call Trevor and he doesn’t answer. “DRAT!” I leave him a brief voicemail explaing what happened and then call my mom. It just so happened that she was to get off work about 15 minutes later, so she said she’d just come by and pick us up.

Well, to make the rest of the story shorter…Trevor had gotten my voicemail and just ended up coming home and unlocking the door, so we didn’t have to spend the day with mom. Trevor is still laughing about this whole thing. I have to admit it is rather amusing and you wouldn’t understand how this could possibly happen unless you have kids….boys in particular. Trevor has returned to work, I cleared everything up with mom and things are now back to normal…hopefully they stay that way.