Annoying and Awful

I've always wondered what it would feel like to lock a kid in a car or house or room and not be able to get to them. Today, for ten awful minutes, I got to experience that.

I was really mad. REALLY mad. Lucy and I have one common trait that gets us both in trouble - we're very stubborn. I knew she was tired and I put her down for a nap, but she refused to sleep. She jumped in her crib, sang songs, threw tantrums, etc. At first I threatened her and took away her baby doll she sleeps with. That didn't work. Then I tried just telling her how upset I was, varying my tone from stern to woman-gone-crazy. No dice. Then came promises of reward. Finally, I just ignored her and tried to sleep myself.

Lucy's bed is in the same room with us because we're living with family right now. Sharing a room with a two year old is NOT ADVISED.

After two and a half hours, I got angry and LEFT THE ROOM. I calmly shut the door behind me and went to check the mail. Lucy, of course, started screaming. Well, I decided I had better get Tarver out too since he was in there napping. I went to open the door and....

It was locked.

And it's not one of those bedroom doors that you can just stick a straight nail in a hole and "pop" it open. After I looked all over the house (husband's tools are in the bedroom too, in the closet) I came up with a screwdriver attached to a pen lid. Random.

Using the screwdriver, and trying to get Lucy to climb out of her crib and open the door from the inside, I pried the doorknob off.

I gave Lucy a HUGE hug, pulled her out of bed, and felt really bad about my treatment of her.

For about ten minutes...