We've all heard that saying, I'm sure. Well I never really thought about it until today. No, we were not in an accident, but Owen locked me out of the house.
Let's back up for a minute.
We live in a side-by-side duplex. Our laundry room is private- we do not share it with our neighbor- yet we have to walk out our back door and down our sidewalk to get to the laundry room. I like this set-up for a lot of reasons, but it does have some drawbacks.
Like, when I go to start Owen's diapers in the wash, and he locks me out of the house.
Kraig was at work, I had just finished taking Owen's dirty diaper off, and instead of putting a new one back on I decided to let him go without for a while. We do that frequently since we're trying to potty train him and it's also not good for a baby to have a diaper on their bottom 24/7. So, he's running around pants-less and I ran back to throw the diapers in. I was "gone" for maybe 60 seconds. When I was walking back down the 15 foot sidewalk to the back door I could still hear Owen at the door waiting for me. I had shut it so that he didn't walk outside in the cold, but he was a little mad that I had left. I noticed that now he was just talking- not upset anymore. Good, I thought.
So, I go to open the door and it won't budge.
Not good, I thought.
I thought he had locked the lock on the handle, since he isn't tall enough to reach the deadbolt (about 3 inches above the doorknob). Well, after trying to get him to unlock it for a few minutes, I walked over to the window to see which one was locked.
The deadbolt.
Great- I didn't know how he had reached it to begin with, let alone if I'd be able to get him to reach for it again to unlock it. Not that he was really understanding what I was saying anyway. He thought it was funny that I was knocking on the door. Awesome.
After trying again, as well as running through all the other options (of which there were none- we lock all the windows and doors, I didn't have keys or a phone) I went over to our next door neighbors' house to ask for help.
Though the situation was slightly comical up until this point, and I hadn't yet really worried about what might happen (our house is very baby proofed), when Donna opened the door I burst into tears. I guess saying "Owen is locked in the house all alone" made it seem more real. She and Gordon quickly got the number for my landlord and he said he'd be over in 15 minutes. Crisis somewhat averted.
We headed back to my house to talk to Owen in the window. He thought it was hilarious. He especially loves Donna and Gordon, so it was a real treat to see them.
This is where the "underwear" comes in.
My kid was diaper-free in the window. How embarrassing. Not that D and G care, but it was still a little weird. This, I thought, is why people tell you to wear clean underwear. It's always good to be prepared for the strange scenarios that happen.
After playing peekaboo, trying to keep Owen out of my plants in the window, and watching Owen decide that he wanted to finish his breakfast, Don showed up. Whew. Owen was no worse for the wear and actually just thought we were playing a funny game. When I got back inside I asked Owen to lock the deadbolt- just to see if he really could reach it. He sure could.
Oh snap.
Somedays I wonder if I'm cut out for all this!
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