Ever had that sinking feeling knowing that something just happened that you couldn't control and how it may have been a sinking feeling but it is now rising up to a panic feeling...
That is the same feeling I felt when, after walking out the back door to the porch to check on Max and Elisabeth, I hear the telltale click of the lock on the door. Especially knowing that Ethan is the one who locked it. We have two doors going out to the patio but as luck would have it...the other one was locked as well. Now I have the task of trying to tell a 2 yr old how to turn the handle and unlock the door. He kept telling me, thru the door, that it was too hard and he couldn't do it. Frustration rising quickly inside me as well as anger, I kept telling him he had to!!!
Unsure of what to do, since hubby is still at work an hours drive away and my phone is inside, I start wracking my brain. I remember that the extra garage door opener is in hubby's closet. I think "If I can get him to get that, I can go around to the front and go in that way." But of course he is unable to find it.
At this point the other two, who have been outside playing in the Slip-N-Slide for the past couple of hours, now have the urgent need to use the bathroom. Knowing that it could be a while before we get back in, I tell Elisabeth to go as close to the house and the wood fence as possible and when she is done, I tell Max to do the same thing.
Trying to keep myself calm, I start talking to Ethan again to turn the knob. I can hear him wiggling it back and forth which is doing nothing. He is near to tears because he can tell I am frustrated and he is still unable to figure it out.
Finally, after about 20 minutes, I hear the wonderful click and the door moves. I bolt in before the door can close again. I am going to figure out how to keep this from ever happening again!!
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That is awful, so sorry! When Abby first came home for the hospital someone in my family would always lock the bottom lock on our door and we never did, so I never thought to check it. You could still go out, but it would be locked behind you. Two or three times I went out to check the mail and would leave the girls in the house and lock myself out. Thank goodness there was always someone else in the house, or close by with the key! Scared me so bad to think of both of them in there alone! I got to where I didn't go outside at all without the keys.
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