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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Locked in

Thursday was the day I was going to get some craft/sewing projects done for upcoming birthdays & a little jump start on Christmas, but as is often the case when you have kids, my plans went out the window. :)
I had taken the 2 big kids to school and the little girls and I were going to play upstairs for a while after we cleaned up breakfast. Raya was in Ashtyn & Kaida's room and I was in my office, and Kaida (4 yrs old) decided she wanted to play the Nintendo DS. I told her she couldn't play it until later, so she started to throw a fit. Her fits are rather passive-aggressive in nature. Instead of lashing out at me, she does things she knows she's not supposed to. In this case, it was locking her bedroom door, coming out into the hallway, and closing it with Raya still inside. Oh, and by the way, the bedroom doors in this house have exterior doorknobs on them to which there are NO keys. Yeah. So Raya's locked in her big sisters' bedroom and I have no key to get her out. The hinges are inside the room so I can't take off the door, and there's no way to get the knob off from outside the room.
As soon as Raya realized she couldn't get out, she started crying. She was completely missing the fact that she was living every younger sibling's dream: locked in older siblings' room with free reign of ALLLLLL their stuff that they never let her touch, and NOBODY can do a single thing about it. :) I was actually rather amused by the situation at that point. I felt a little bad for her that she was upset but I knew she'd be fine so I wasn't worried. Sometimes I'm afraid that I've become a little too relaxed about things. :)
Since there was no way to get in the door, my next course of action was to get out the ladder and climb onto the roof to go through the window. That's what Donny had to do that last time this happened (nobody was in the room that time). The window never would latch all the way so I figured it would be quick & easy. I climbed to the top of the ladder and hoisted myself up over the little half wall only to realize that when Donny had climbed through the window the last time, he had fiddled with the window until he got it closed and locked both of the latches because it was way too easy to climb up and get in. Crap.
So now, not only can I not get in to rescue Raya through the window, but now I also have to climb back down off the roof onto the ladder, which ends about 5 feet below the roof. :) My neighbor across the street happened to come outside just as I was chatting on the phone with Donny about what to do next. I couldn't help but wonder what she must have been thinking when she saw me standing on my roof talking on my cell phone. Luckily, she didn't run away when I asked her to come over and hold the ladder so I didn't fall & break something important on my way down. She wished me luck and hopefully she realizes I'm not a crazy person.
Since plan A didn't work, it was time for plan B: remove the doorknob using whatever means necessary. I figured I'd be replacing the stupid thing anyway since it was obviously not the right kind of doorknob to have on a child's bedroom door, so who cares if it got a little bit destroyed in the process. And that it did. I managed to wedge a screwdriver in between the doorknob and the door and sever a few parts inside the doorknob, none of which made any progress towards unlocking the door or removing the doorknob. Since that didn't work, I took a few good whacks at the knob with the hammer. I hadn't been feeling particularly stressed but that would have been a great stress reliever if I had. :)
Then I decided to push on the door a little with my foot just to see if it had any give in it at all. The door cracked, which led to plan C: put a hole in the stupid door, stick my hand through, and unlock it. I figured what the heck, I'm going to have to fix the door now anyway so why not finish what I started. I knew that even if we ended up having to replace the door, it wouldn't be a big deal since it is obviously the most inexpensive, cheap, poor quality, ridiculously flimsy hollow-core door on the market.
I finished making the hole that my foot had started in the outside of the door and then used a hammer to pop a hole in the other side. I probably could have flicked it with my finger and made a hole in it. Once the hole was big enough, I stuck my hand through and opened the door. Raya was standing in the corner bawling still and there was snot running down her face since the whole ordeal had taken about 45 minutes. Bless her heart, she has been a lot more clingy the past couple weeks and I guess all the big sister treasures meant nothing to her when she didn't have anyone to share them with. :)
Now to fix this:

And here's what the other side of the door looks like:
The doorknob has obviously been removed since I completely trashed it, and once the giant hole has been patched (thank you, youtube), the new easily unlockable doorknob will be installed.

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