I got stuck inside my bedroom last week. Quinn got her head stuck inside the rails of the fencing on our balcony. Here's what happened.
Friday morning I woke up and put on some pajama pants and a t-shirt to go make breakfast for everyone. I saw my bra sitting on the dresser, and thought about putting it on that day. I usually don't put one on just to cook breakfast. I looked at it for a minute, and then I decided to leave it like I do every day. Little did I know that that was probably an angel tapping me on the shoulder saying, "you are definitely going to want this later."
I had a headache that day and decided to just have a lazy day at home with the kids, I wasn't planning on going anywhere. Around 1:00 that afternoon I went to go put some of Kelly's jeans away and found that our bedroom door was locked. Quinn locked it. She's never done that before. Don't ask me why but there is a keyed lock on that door. We weren't given a key for it when we moved in, our landlords never mentioned anything about a key for it. I thought maybe the house key would work but it didn't. So there I was, knowing that I was probably going to have to call our landlords and that they'd probably come over and I was still in my sweats, no bra, my hair was sticking straight up (thanks to all of that new growth post pregnancy), and everything I needed to fix my appearance was locked inside my bedroom. Also, there was a pile of garbage that I'd put by the front door to take out later, when I didn't look so hideous.
I waited an hour before calling our very kind landlord, Tim. He said that they'd never had this happen before and that he would bring all of the keys he could find and see if any of them worked. He also asked if I thought the sliding door on our bedroom balcony might be unlocked, because he could bring a ladder in case none of the keys worked. I had no idea if it was locked or not, he said he'd bring it anyways. I was excited about another opportunity to go outside while looking like a hobo in the middle of the afternoon. I had to take out the garbage, too because Tim was coming over. I kept thinking back to that moment where I had thought about putting on a bra and getting so mad that I didn't do it. Of all the days for something like this to happen.
Tim came over, none of his keys worked. He got the ladder out and climbed over the balcony, and thank goodness the sliding door was unlocked or else we would've been calling a locksmith to come over and add to my embarrassment. Tim took the knob off the door to get it keyed for us, and as soon as he left I showered and brushed my hair and put on a bra.
The master bathroom is inside of the bedroom and I always shut the door to our bedroom because I don't want the kids to come in and tear my room apart while I'm showering. Well, I knew the knob was off the door but I figured it'd be easy to unlatch it. I couldn't get it to open. I was stuck in my bedroom. The kids were both awake, free to roam the house unsupervised. Kelly was about 30 minutes away. It was fine at first, they weren't climbing at me and I could still hear what was going on through the door. Quinn kept bringing me random objects for me to use to try and unlatch the door. She kept telling me to come out. After I'd tried over and over to get the door open I had her bring me my phone and I just sat there and looked at random stuff while they played as normal. I could see them through the hole in the door. But then Quinn had gotten the spray bottle out that I use to get her hair wet. She took the nozzle off and Jameson put it in his mouth. I kept telling Quinn to get it out of his mouth but she just kept saying "I can't!" I was so scared he was going to choke and I couldn't get the door open. After that I was upset the whole time I was in there. What if he pulled something down on himself? What if he eats something else? He probably did eat some rubber bands he was playing with them when I did get out. Kelly came home and he showed me how to unlatch the door. I swear I tried to do what he showed me, the door was just a little sticky and I didn't pull hard enough. I felt dumb for getting stuck in there when it was pretty simple to open it. Thankfully nothing bad happened.
Last night (Monday), I was cooking dinner and Quinn was playing on the balcony. Jameson was playing out there with her and I'm always a little nervous when he's out there because the rails look almost wide enough that Jameson could get his head through there and slip through. Well, they probably are wide enough because Quinn started freaking out and I looked up and saw that her head was stuck in the rails. I kept trying to pull her head back through but she kept freaking out because the rails are kind of a scratchy metal and it was scraping her ears. I got some coconut oil to try and grease her ears but she kept working against me. I'd get one ear through and then when I went to ease the other side through she'd just push her head back. She got really scared and I told her to just sit there because I was cooking dinner and I didn't want it to burn. I wondered if we'd have to call the fire department to come get her head out. Kelly came home after about ten minutes and he tried to do the same thing I did, and she acted the same way. Then he looked at the rails and realized they were twisted a different direction at the very top and he knew that that was how she had stuck her head in there in the first place. It was wider at the top. He had her stand on the bottom of the railing and as soon as she stood up her head was free. Kelly saved the day again, but not without a lot of making fun of me for failing to see the obvious both times.
