Christmas Meltdown

Christmas Meltdown

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Don't worry, I got this

Did I ever tell you the story when Dylan locked his bedroom door from the outside?  Of course it happened right before a playdate and he and best bud Barrett couldn't go into his room and play with his toys.  It had such a doorknob that just had a hole as opposed to a lock (really, what is the purpose of those anyway??!!), not that we would have had a key anyway.  After a phone call to Daddy, a ruined giftcard attempt, lock picking, and a myriad of other ideas, Daddy finally destroyed the doorknob and replaced it with a non-locking doorknob.  Lesson learned, right?!

So the very day Daddy leaves for a week-long business trip, Dylan pulls the same stunt on the downstairs bathroom.  Soooooo upset was I.  I emailed Daddy and asked what he would want me to do and decided that there really wasn't anything the boys needed in there for the next week.  Unlike Dylan's room, this doorknob had screws on the base, however, so I grabbed a rubber mallet and phillips screwdriver and set to work.  I was able to unscrew the knob and pull off the side close to me.  I then pushed out the other side of the knob to the floor of the bathroom, but it still had the locking mechanism intact.  I started pounding it with the butt end of the mallet and after just a few minutes, we were in.  The door has no knob currently and you can see inside the bathroom when the door is shut, but I was very happy with the outcome.  I'm kinda getting good at this!



The next day I had a cable nightmare and took all 3 kids to the Xfinity shop to trade in one of our boxes.....after a 90 minute wait.......before dinnertime.  They were angels!  Do I describe them as such often?  No I do not.  This was a 3 day ordeal, but this synapsis pretty much covers it, as the full story is long, boring and full of feisty-ness on my part to the customer service line.

Luckily 2 days have gone by since these ordeals which is good as I was beginning to think I was going to have some sort of home catastrophe each day of Teague's trip.  I think the worst is behind me.

Famous last words.....................

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