Holy crap. You won’t believe what just happened here. I don’t even know where to begin for dramatic effect. I guess I’ll cut right to it. I just had to bash a hole in our office door with a hammer. While Noah was shrieking in complete panic on the other side of the locked door. A door I didn’t even know locked. For which we have no key.
I had been sitting in the hallway playing with him when he went into the office and closed the door on me. And I guess the lock had been pushed at some point – though I’m not sure how. So then he was locked in the office – and I was locked out, and he couldn’t turn the knob. He started screaming in complete panic. I called Mark while starting to cry and freak out. He told me to take the door off – but there were no hinges or screws on my side. I hung up on him and called 911 and then went to the basement to grab a tool box. I tried to break the lock but it wasn’t happening. And I couldn’t exactly calmly contemplate the best strategy – so I told Noah repeatedly to go sit on the couch away from the door, and then I started bashing a hole in our thankfully cheap door with a hammer. This of course caused Noah more panic but I kept telling him it was only me trying to get the door open and to stay away from the door. Once I got the hammer completely through the door I reached my hand through and opened the lock. For like ten minutes Noah just clung to me sniffling. I told him it was okay, that I was sorry he was so scared, that I was scared too. And I explained to him what happened. Then we went downstairs to await the police arrival. The female officer said she was probably going to do the same thing to our door. She said has a two year old too. I was thankful she acted like it was par for the course and that I wasn’t a complete moron. That was very kind of her. Well – Noah is napping now and I have to clean up bits of splintered door from the floor. Bye.