The other day my two-year-old, Chase, accidentally locked his older brother and I in their bedroom. We have the lock turned around so they can’t lock us out; I hadn’t thought twice about getting locked in.
What makes it worse is that we have a child safety knob on that door, so Chase couldn’t turn the handle to release the lock. He was standing on the other side of the door happily exclaiming, “I got it!” every two seconds, even though he most definitely did not have it.
Visions of Trenton and I locked in there for hours while poor little Chase wandered the house getting into who-knows-what flashed before my eyes. I had no idea when Ryan would be getting home (it’s often late), and just my luck, my cell phone was in the other room.
After about fifteen minutes I spotted a neighbor we barely know talking to someone in the parking lot (“x” marks the spot in the photo above!), so even though it was a long shot, I waved my arms and hoped she’d notice. She did! She had to come all the way into my patio, through the back door, and through my house just to rescue us.
Motherhood at its finest!
Who gets locked in a bedroom in their own house?? Does this kind of stuff happen to anyone else?