So funny story this morning…

I went into the garage to throw a load of laundry in the washer before leaving the house (closing the door behind me so Jonah couldn’t follow, to his chagrin). I remember thinking, “boy I’ll sure be in trouble when Jonah figures out how to lock the door.”

And wouldn’t you know it, right then Jonah proceeded to turn the deadbolt and locked me out of the house.

Not kidding.

I stood there stunned. We had to leave in like 5 minutes.
I thought to myself (or I may have said to myself) “Did THAT really just happen? Can’t I hit ‘undo’ somewhere?”

I really had no recourse for this as I had not been properly caffeinated yet, my ‘to-go’ cup of coffee sat full on the counter in the kitchen. Problem-solving and critical thinking were certainly not happening.

Honestly, the only things I could think of at that point were kicking the door in, breaking a window, or trying to pick the lock.

So, as none of those options appealed to me, I decided to at least be productive, in the predicament.

So, I walked out to the curb and pulled the garbage cans in that I left out yesterday. Check THAT off the “to-do” list. Now, I suppose I could clean the garage… maybe wait for the laundry to finish and fold the clothes… I dunno, maybe what…. mow the lawn? Do yard work? (gosh, I hope Jonah isn’t pulling down the TV or opening the fridge to dump everything out…he kind-of does that now)…

It was about the point when I started walking in circles pondering my options, I remembered the upstairs bedroom window was open.

So I thought, maybe I could pull the ladder out of the shed to climb the 15 feet up to the window, take the screen off the bedroom window, while perched high in the air, and simply climb through it.

Seemed reasonable. And safe.

And then as I was walking around to the of back the house and thinking about how late I was, I remembered that Jonny hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet.

“Great” I thought. “I got him dressed and just let him play in our bedroom on Mama’s tablet all morning without even eating.”

I was trying to decide the most portable breakfast that could be eaten in the car, when it finally donned on me.

Jonny could unlock the door to the garage… duh!!

So I yelled at him to open the garage door and I went around to the front of the house.

He opened the door.

Jonah sat right inside the door in our playroom, just playing away, not even caring one bit. Man, Jonny thought it was hilarious. I loaded both kids up and fed Jonny smore flavored pop-tarts in the car.

I’m really glad Jonny was home. Now I have to remember to bring my keys to do the laundry.