We have been in the process of painting and refurnishing one of the kids bedrooms into a guest room. I say process because it has been that. It took my daughter 6 months to move totally out, and totally out just happened 2 days ago. My son and his wife are coming for Thanksgiving and had no where to stay and we said we'd get it all fixed up................ in 8 days! That means cleaning, painting, redoing the wood floors, shopping and furnishing because after Tiffany moved out, there was quite a bit of damage done. You know teenagers!
We made a list and every night have something to do with a deadline being Wednesday before Thanksgiving. The walls have been painted a really nice shade of sage green and last night was painting the trim and closet bright white.
I worked for HOURS painting and taping off the walls and still didn't get it done. So today, I was going to tackle it. My grandson was over but I thought, "Hey, I can do this!" So I had him bring some toys in the room and cleared a little spot for him to play. I was painting the closet doors near where he was and thought I could keep him occupied while I painted. "I am woman, hear me roar....right?"
And that's when it happened. I was lining up the ladder, getting the paint opened up and the brush dipped. The cabinets were all laid out and that's when i heard it.
We don't have hardware on the door anymore! Painting around doorknobs was just to much taping so we took them off. It was at this point I remotely remember my husband saying, "Be careful, don't let the door close because it will lock." I ran for the door trying with all my might to pull it open with no luck. Ok, windows, that might work. Nope, one is high on the wall with an even higher drop on the other side. The front window opens out to the deck, but there is a table just outside and I didn't think I could fit. How about Scotty? Maybe I could put him out the window and he could let me out. HELLO! He's 2 and his entire vocabulary is, "Ya ya, Ya ya, Ya ya," he wouldn't even KNOW what I wanted! Plus, the front door was locked and, that's right, if I couldn't open the door from the inside, BINGO, it couldn't be opened from the hallway either. What about Tiffany? I could call her. Nope, the person who "always has her phone on her" DIDN'T!!! Aaarrrrggghhh! Ok, now I was getting pretty panicky. How was going to get out? I sat on the floor and just felt sick and almost started to cry when Scott walks up with a screwdriver. How did he figure THAT out?? After working the lock for about 5 minutes, 5 LONG minutes, the latch finally opened and we were free. I put everything up and decided to wait to paint and not try to do 2 things at the same time, especially watching a 2 year old! Needless to say, there is a strong piece of tape over the latch hole now so that won't happen to anyone else.