Monday, March 26, 2012

The Crazy in {TCBL}

So it's been a while since you've heard about some of the craziness that's part of {This Crazy Blessed Life}.

Well, don't fret!  I have a lovely little story for you today.

And to be totally real with you, I have to start with the back story...so that you understand how frustrated that this momma was when the craziness went down.

Brother and sister were playing great with one another until Gray decided that he wasn't going to be bossed around by his big sis anymore.  Thus, the typical fight started.  I try to let them work it out first.  Then help them work through it.  And when all else fails, it's time to separate.  It was nap time anyways so we separated and started to go through the immense fight that nap time is for us 75% of the time.

Gray was laid down without much fight, but Layne put up a fight that rivals a two-year old temper tantrum.  Except with an almost five year old.  And a 5 month old pregnant momma doesn't have the fight in her to be kicked, hit, and almost bit.  While dealing with Layne in her room, Grayson came out of his room and into hers.  Proceeded to lock the door (with the reversed handle so the lock is outside) and shut it.

Yes, locking the three of us in her bedroom.  With no phone to call for help.  It's around 1pm at this time.  Meaning that we'd have to wait for 3-4 hours for dad to get home and find us.

We searched for anything possible to use as a "key" to unlock our door.  After trying a barrette, paint brush, and coat hanger, I gave up.  I did not want to make this into something "fun" after the fit that Layne just threw. And I wanted them to take a nap.  I finally decided to make lemonade out of the lemons that we were given :)

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{this was taken after the ordeal...see the scratches on my foot :(}

I climbed out the bedroom window (shoe-less, mind you) and of course, every exterior door was also locked.  I lifted the kids through the window and we proceeded to walk to my parents house that is "next door."  In the country, "next door" merely means the next closest house to yours.  Which in our case is over a 1/4 mile away.

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{picture from our yard.  That tiny thing in the upper right corner is their house}

Thank God that my mom was home and graciously offered us refuge!  The kids drank some pineapple juice and we got a ride back home with our spare key!

Lesson #1 - Hide a key in the kids rooms or turn their door knobs back around.  It's much better to be locked out than locked in.

Lesson #2 - Hide a house key somewhere outside (or even in my car!).

Lesson #3 - It's much better in a crazy situation to laugh instead of cry.

3 comments:

  1. Oh dear! That is quite an adventure :)

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  2. I have been locked out of house before and had my son laughing at me from inside once:) Kids!!

    Glad your mom was home and close by!

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  3. Oh no! Glad you had someplace to go, though sorry it was kind of a trek!
    My kids got stuck in a room once..not even a lock, just the knob broke!
    http://craftingintherain.blogspot.com/2011/10/escape.html

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