Naptime and bedtime for Toddler are usually very easy at our house. He might whine about going to sleep but once we put him in bed he stays there and puts himself to sleep. I feel so lucky that it's that easy.
So normally, that is a really good thing. Now you're thinking, when would it be a bad thing? Don't you want your kid to stay in bed? Of course I do, except for the rare occasion when I lock myself out of the house! Yep, stupid Mommy. I went out to get the mail and I made sure to unlock the door, but evidently I didn't turn it all the way until it clicks like I usually do. I didn't even grab a coat cuz I didn't think I'd be out long. As I walked to get the mail I was thinking to myself how crazy it would be if one of these days I accidentally locked myself out of the house, and then thought "Nah, I'd never do that!". Hahaha, just goes to show God does have a sense of humor :D
I get back to the door, try to open it, and...."Crap!" I quickly go through my list of options. The windows are impossible to open from outside so that's out, all the door's are always locked, the garage only opens with the opener button, and the one person who might be able to let me in is up in bed! I could go to the neighbors and call hubby, hoping he has a house key, then wait 45 mins for him to get there, but that would take too long, who knows what could happen to the kids in that time! Baby could fall down the stairs, I had macaroni boiling on the stove, all sorts of things could go wrong. I could call the police or a locksmith and end up looking like an idiot and horrible mom. I decided to just try to get Toddler to come downstairs and let me in. For about 5 minutes I pounded on the door, rang the doorbell over and over, and called his name as loud as I could without getting the whole neighborhood to come out and see what was wrong. I kept peeking in the window to check on Baby and see if Toddler was there. Baby was happily watching a movie but still no sign of Toddler. Just as I was getting ready to give up and go next door I look in the window one last time and jumped about a foot, Toddler was standing right there looking at me lol. I told him to open the door for Mommy and he nodded and ran to the door. I wasn't sure if he'd be able to since he never has and it's a bit harder to open than our other doors, so I crossed my fingers and after about 15 seconds he managed to get it open. I ran in, scooped him in my arms and kept saying, "Thank you for opening the door for Mommy! You're such a good boy! I love you so much! Now you have to go back to bed." He was so proud of himself and was smiling as I put him back in bed.
I don't know if I can deal with so much excitement in my daily life! For 5 minutes I had no control over what could happen to my kids and it was terrifying, all those 'what if's' running around in my head. From now on we are hiding a house key outside!