Sooner or Later

When I change Owen's diaper, Caroline has a habit of crawling into the room and wanting to examine, up close and personally, the wet and dirty diapers. I try and try to keep her from getting them. I move the diaper. I move her. I take her out into the hallway and run back, only to have that little mut right back into the mess again just as I'm sitting back down - have I mentioned how quick she is crawling? No wonder she doesn't want to walk - to finish with Owen.

So, the other day I thought I would be smart. That was my first mistake. Remember when we turned the doorknob on Owen's bedroom? I closed the door to change Owen's dirty diaper. Caroline was in the family room playing. But, before closing the door, I first made sure that it was unlocked and it was. I double checked the door and then triple checked. I was good to go.

The next thing I knew, I heard Caroline's little hands scratching the door. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch. Silence. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch. Silence. I finished changing Owen, uninterrupted and went to open the door. CRAP!!!! That "silence" really wasn't silence at all. Instead, it was Caroline reaching up and turning the lock on the doorknob. Caroline locked Owen and I in the room. The oven is on with dinner in the oven, along with the stove top being on as well. No cell phone or house phone with me, no way to call anyone for help.

No biggie. I'll just crawl through the window, out and around the house back through the garage and I'm good to go. WRONG!!!! The Einstein who installed the sunscreens on our windows did it incorrectly. Instead of using the track for the bug screen, they screwed the sunscreen into the frame of the window. No way to get out without cutting the screen. Fortunately, Adam was only a few minutes from home. I hung out with Owen and read some books.

But, did I mentioned I screamed and screamed and screamed some more (I don't have a quiet voice mind you) for some help from my neighbors who were outside in their driveway across the street! Neither one claims to have heard me, but I sure could hear them.

I heard Adam come home, open the garage door, and then finally come in the house. I told Owen to knock on the door and call for "Daddy". He did a great job at calling "Daddy" and knocking, knocking, knocking. However, it wasn't until I screamed one more time for my neighbor that Adam finally came to Owen's room and unlocked the door. He thought that since I was reading to Owen, which he heard, that I wanted to be left alone to spend some time with Owen. I didn't (and still don't) understand that one, but hey all is well.

I was "chastised" by the hard-of-hearing neighbor when she said, "that's what you get for turning the knob." I knew sooner or later this little story was bound to happen. But, ya know what? I do it again and still without any reservations.