I locked myself out today. Yikes! This is a recurring nightmare of mine, and today it came true. I was on my way to walk with Andy to pick Ann up from preschool and I closed the door behind me with that annoying automatic locking button pushed in on the doorknob. Yep. Luckily our neighbor downstairs has a copy of the key, and after some confusion and paging my neighbor at her job, her babysitter located the key. The only trouble is, Andy is so heavy, and holding him for that long (not just today but on a regular basis) has given me a major crick in my hip. If you see someone limping around with the above pictured set of keys on a string around my neck, just say "Hi, RaggedyMom, how are you enjoying your exersaucer? Are the kids over their colds yet? Watch out for that doorknob!"
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I have done that so many times. It is a nightmare.
This was a first for me - I'm usually kind of obsessive about these things - and hopefully a last! I like those door locks that are a code and you don't ever need a key but they seem like they aren't as secure safety-wise and our doors are regulated by the coop we live in.
Correction - we live in a co-op, not a (chicken) coop. Although sometimes . . .
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