I’m so traumatized I may never do laundry again

Last night I locked myself in the laundry room. Yes, really. It takes a special kind of talent to lock yourself in a room that has a door with no door knob. I tell you. I’m quite amazing.

See we didn’t really plan the laundry room door placement very well. The laundry room door and the kids’ bedroom door bump in to each other. This might be easier to explain with a visual.

bedroom

See the laundry room door opens out in to the kids’ room. And the bedroom door opens in to the kids’ room. So if one door is just slightly open it blocks the other door. The kids sometimes close their bedroom door and slightly open the laundry room door to lock me out of their room. And then I yell and scream at them and threaten to remove their door all together so they open it back up. We really should have put the door facing in to the laundry room. It would have saved me a bunch of trouble.

Well last night I was in the laundry room, throwing clothes in to the drying and folding the dried clothes. While I was folding clothes Spencer walked out of his bedroom and pulled the door almost closed behind him for some reason. I tried to push the laundry room door open to walk out, but it wouldn’t budge. I was stuck. In the laundry room. Of all places.

I hollered up the stairs. For anybody. Nobody responded.

I could hear Caleb in the kitchen so I started calling his name. FINALLY he came hopping down the stairs.

“Caleb? Can you open the door for mommy?” I asked.

“What?”

“I need you to open the door for mommy.”

He pushed Spencer’s door open and I opened the laundry room door. He looked up at me and gave me a dirty look. Like he was doing something really important (probably watching Nick Jr) and I totally interrupted him.

“Is that all you wanted?” he asked me with a hint of six-year-old attitude. As if I shouldn’t be traumatized that I was just locked in the freaking laundry room.

Now I’m thinking we should maybe install a phone line in the laundry room. Or at least leave some magazines in there.

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February 5, 2009 · Filed under A day in our life

4 Comments »

  1. Angie Bailey Said,

    February 6, 2009 @ 5:42 am

    I definitely think it’s a message that you should stay out of the laundry room…

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  2. Chistine's Mom Said,

    February 6, 2009 @ 8:21 am

    I agree with Angie – its a sign to stay out of the laundry room :-)

    Or, take the crackberry in with you … then you can call, text or email the whole family :-)

  3. Twenty Four At Heart Said,

    February 7, 2009 @ 1:10 pm

    Clearly, you can never do laundry again until your entire home is remodeled. Really, no one should expect you to. And also … can’t you just have one of the two doors reversed?

  4. Becca Said,

    February 8, 2009 @ 8:34 am

    This was so funny that I nearly lost my mommy bladder! I cannot imagine being locked in our laundry room. I think it is the worst place in the house being that I hate laundry. I am glad that you made it out OK.

    Becca

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