talk about dead as a doorknob

I started early today around 8 am cleaning my house that's been neglected for WAY too long. (like wear your shoes in the kitchen cause my floors are so sticky-too long) Around 9:15 Brody tells me that Grady is stuck. I heard no screams for help and assumed this meant Grades got stuck behind the dollhouse...again. But today Grady got locked in his and Brody's room. I pull out the bobby pin from my hair ready to unlock it until I noticed something...


We've been here a almost a year and today for the first time I noticed that Brody and Gradys doorknob has a keyhole on it. Ya know, like your front door, only I don't have a key for this lock! A booby pin wasn't going to do the job! I can't believe in all this time here that the door had never gotten locked (especially from the inside). Grady wasn't crying real bad...he'd cry then stop and play some more then cry again. I tried everything...bobby pin, wire hanger, actual keys, screwdrivers, etc. I tried going in through the window (which was of coarse locked).

After about 30 mins of Grady stuck--- I started to panic!


So of coarse I call Mandi who offers solutions that have already been tried! She helped me keep it together, that however did not last for long! After Grady started crying for real and kept crying/screaming, etc. I took matters into my own emotional, hormonal, lonely hands..

I took this...

to this...(different door- sorry no before pic)

and got this...

I started with the lock but it wasnt working, I had started to crack the actual door so I just busted a hole in it..

After 42 minutes of being locked in, I found Grady in the corner of the room scared out of his mind. I was balling, Brody was crying thinking he was in trouble for accidentally locking him in, I can barely lift my arms for smashing with all my might with a framing hammer...needless to say we're all EXHAUSTED!!

And it's not even noon yet....