a little kung fu!

Today has definitely not been one of my shining moments as a mother. the kids have just been on a roll and into EVERYTHING!! This would be expectable, (and even deservable!) if i had been working all day, or ignoring them- but i havent even done that! i even took them to the movies this morning! anyways, so my patience is already dwindled by this point, but here goes...

Caden and ethan keep getting into my room, eating toothpaste, unrolling toilet paper, playing in my jewelry box, etc. i have put them in time out at least twice each. im on my way upstairs to lecture them yet again about not going in mommy's room, when i see hear caden lock the bedroom door (from the inside), step out of the room, push ethan inside, and slam the door.

So ethan is now LOCKED inside the room. and I cant get in. and he cant get out, because his stubby little fingers arent able to turn the lock.


AWESOME.

I call chris to ask him how to unlock the door. if it was one of those regular round door handles, i know how to unlock them, and even take the door handle off, but NO, of course THIS door has to have one of those stupid long, skinny handles. chris tells me to try and stick something into the little hole to unlock the door. i find some allen wrenches.
nope. doesnt work.

so i unscrew the handle, and take it off. so you would think i would be able to see through the hole and unlock the door, right? NOPE. just the inner door mechanism remains. little ethan is crying a little by this point, and keeps trying to open the door.
i fiddle with it for a little longer, before i realize that it is just not going to open for me.


ENTER KUNG FU NINJA MOMMY!

I tell ethan to scoot back, and i start karate chopping at the door. im honestly a bit afraid of my own strength, so i gradually kick harder and harder. these are double doors, mind you, so with every kick, they rattle and bang and are super loud.

Ethan is screaming by this point, and i keep telling him to scoot back from the door (i could only imagine finally kicking to door in, only to have it smash the face of my almost-two year old!)

I suppose the one good aspect of this part, is that at least i get to work out some of that anger i have balled up inside me! i finally start kicking at it with about as much strength as i can master- and


OILA! THE DOOR FINALLY OPENS!

and there sits poor ethan, about 2 feet away from the door, sitting on his bum and clinging to his monkey pillow! poor thing was scared to death.


so THANK YOU Caden. thanks for allowing me the wonderful privilege of kicking the door down, after you so kindly shoved your little brother into a locked room.
yes, many sincere thanks.

Love, Mommy.