lock in

i know this is my constant refrain, i was going to sew last night but... but really things happened. panicky things. i was checking my email and reading some blogs after getting the huffsters to bed when i had a thought. hmm, they sure did fall asleep fast, collette hasnt come out of the room once. let me back up and say that collette probably gets up at least 12 times after being put to bed, and that this goes on until around ten at night. very very very annoying to me. anyway, so it is almost nine and she hasnt come out once in 45 minutes. im thinking huh, she must have been tired. nice. so i wander into the kitchen to get a snack (uh, cinnamon roll) when i hear her at the door to the room. i should also say that we live in a two bedroom house and have three children stuffed into one of them. hearing her at the door i walk over to open it and tell her to get back in bed. locked. huh. ok. so i walk over to the other door to their room. locked. great. at this point collette is talking to me through the door, saying things like "mommy open door?". yes sweetie i will unlock the door. still not worried about the situation, i go on the hunt for something to use to put through the hole in the knob to unlock the safety catch, a pick up stick is the best thing i can find. it doesnt work. hmmm. maybe this plastic pick up stick is too bendy, go hunting some more, find the meat thermometer. that has to be the ticket, right? wrong. neither safety catch will open.

i think i have failed to mention that david is at a friends house working on a script. i try his cell phone, no answer. at this point my friend sarah walks in. she immediately gets to work on one door knob with the meat thermometer while i try to take the other off with a screw driver, while collette is still maintaining a running dialogue of gibberish on the other side of the door. i manage to remove the knob and push the other side through and onto the floor without smashing collettes toes, but the mechanism is still locked and the latch is still in the door jam. great. so at this point i am reduced to yelling through the hole in the door to wake up eliot because i am fairly confident that he can unlock the other door. man does that kid sleep deep. my yelling wakes up arlo who starts crying. awesome. i convince collette to climb up to the top bunk to wake up eliot. he gets up, but is still asleep. trys half heartedly to unlock the closet door, starts whining and then climbs back in bed and falls asleep again. sweet. ok. so i get david on the phone and he is headed back home to try to break into the window on the back side of the house and crawl into their room. if you are sitting there wondering about the hinges, they are on the inside. i checked. i ask collette to pick up the door knob and put it back in the hole so i can examine it and try to figure out the safety catch to try to open the other one. this involves a lot of finger gestures through the hole on both our parts. to cut a long blog post short, collette gets the knob back in the hole and sarah fiddles with it some and finally gets it to open. thank you sarah. and thank you for being there because really the only reason i wasnt panicking was because you kept saying "wow, you are such a good mom. i cant believe you arent freaking out right now".

i ended up soothing myself with some magazines, a bag of snyders mini pretzels and a jar of nutella. it is amazing the lengths some people will go to to avoid accomplishing anything isnt it?