I am always a bit weary about writing these posts. I suppose I am exposing myself and putting my hand out to be slapped or something. People will wonder how a parent can let something like this happen. HOW a toddler locks themselves in to a room. It is important to me that this blog remains an honest place though. A tell-all diary of motherhood shall we say. It also baffles me just how many messages I get from people saying that these kind of posts help them or feed them something. It makes me feel very happy to know that.
If you follow me on Snapchat (and if you don’t yet, I am traceyquinn89) you may remember some weeks ago myself and Peter locked ourselves out of the house. Peter had a day off work because he was flying to (insert random European city where Ireland where playing football) to see a match. It was a rare ocassion where could both bring Billy to play school (his old playschool, before we moved a couple of weeks ago. Jesus life is busy!). Our routine was a bit off as normally Peter would have been well gone to work by that stage. I stuck to my usual rituals and so did Peter. What resulted was the door being shut with the key still in the door on the inside. Panic ensued. More on Peter’s end because he had to leave the house in an hour to get the the airport. His bags and passport were both in the house. Disaster. Would we have to break the locks?
We drove to the playschool and Peter was as pale as a ghost. It was his first time to meet all the teachers and see the place and to be fair to the man he put on a good show. As soon as we left he went in to panic mode again. Long story short one CANNOT fit a hand through the lettterbox to turn the key (trust me, I tried. They’re made so that robbers can’t do this) and we ended up ringing a company called Dynolock. Thank GOD someone was available and was with us within thirty minutes. In fact, he was there before us (ah sure we casually left to collect a parcel motel delivery while we waited. Yes we are mad). All was well with the world. The door was opened in half a second which is a bit terrifying really. We forked over the €70 and were so relieved. Peter flew off and was soon aquainted with his beloved beers and football sing-songs.
I distinctly remember telling my Snapchat followers ( I always sound like such an eejit when I say that but else do I bloody say? Anyway…) that if they ever found themselves in the scary situation where their child locked themselves in to the house or in to a room, to call that company. Well, what do you know, it would happen to us just a couple of months later.
Last night I popped out for a few minutes to help my aunt pick out a Nespresso machine (FYI, she got it in DID for €94 including the frother which is an unreal deal). We were gone for ten minutes. When I got back Peter was as pale as a ghost and told me that Billy had just this second locked himself in our bedroom. He was running around with his cousin Casey and it happened in an instant. I panicked for a split second and could feel myself about to cry. I chanted “omg omg” and ran to the door. Then I remembered how important it was to be calm. I reminded myself that there was nothing dangerous in our bedroom and I started to calmly talk to Billy through the door. He was in good form but you could tell he was starting to panic a bit. He kept asking me open the door please. I shone a torch in to the lock and could see that he was trying to turn the key as we were instructing him. His little hand was twisting it back and forth and he couldn’t figure it out. It was a total fluke that he locked it in the first place as he has never been able to do that. Then we realised that our bedroom was completely dark. Not only was he locked in but he was in darkness. His voice started to get a bit uneasy and he was on the brink of getting upset. He kept saying “Mammy, open” and I wanted to cry with panic and frustration but I kept my cool and took deep breaths. In the meantime my aunt was searching for spare keys.
Then we heard the key falling. We had a quick window to try some spare keys on our end before Billy might have put his key back in the door. After a few attempts the door opened and we all did a massive sigh of relief. I squeezed the living daylights out of him and kissed his face for a good five minutes. We had promised him a Kinder Surprise when he was trying to open the door and I was never so happy to give my child chocolate at 7.30pm.
Our next step was going to be my uncle taking the window apart and getting in to the room that way. He couldn’t have chanced bursting through the door because we had no way of knowing that Billy wouldn’t be behind it as we couldn’t see in to the room. He is also only two and a half and instructions are rarely followed, you know yourself. He also couldn’t break the locks due to the type of lock.
It could have been so SO much worse. I am beyond grateful that we were able to get the door open after just 10-15 minutes and all was fine. I am also delighted that my Mam wasn’t there becauses he absolutely hates lifts or enclosed spaces and I think she would have had a panic attack if she knew Billy was locked in that room. I haven’t even told her about it yet (hi mam if you’re reading this). Anything to do with locks breaking or being enclosed would have sent her in to a major panic.
If you find yourself needing a lockmith to break or open your locks I highy recommend Dynolock. You can find details here . This is absolutely NOT an ad and I am in no way affiliated with dynolock but I found their service so quick and affordable. You just never expect these things to happen.
The key is now hidden from Batman. Christ almighty parenting is a rollercoaster.