We live in a pretty old house, and while we have done a lot of wonderful updating, we have not necessarily updated the physical doors
inside of our house. After all, Brian and I have a hard time justifying replacing perfectly fine, working doors for no good reason at all. In our minds, it's usually just an added cost to whatever project we are taking on. In addition to this, we love our old doors. For the most part, they are solid wood, have 8 panels, and have glass door handles. While this may not be for everyone, these little details our the types of things that give our house that charm that we fell in love with
four years ago.
The doors inside of our house are so old, in fact, that some of the bedroom doors have a key hole lock that you can peek into. We don't have a key for the locks, so doors being shut and locked is not going to be an option in our house. (I imagine Kate will love this during her teenage years. I know I will!)
But there is one door - one single door - in our house that is different in terms of locking. It is our first floor bathroom door. There is a lock on this door that is not a key hole but a physical lock that you turn to the right. A little lock comes from the door and sticks into the door jamb. And NO ONE SHALL PASS if you are in there alone because there is absolutely no way of unlocking this lock from the outside of the bathroom without causing damage to the door. Unfortunately, the bathroom is literally 4' x 5', if that, and the one window has been painted shut since we moved in. We've never been able to open it.
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This is said lock UNLOCKED. |
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And here it is LOCKED. Do you see that metal
bar that would essentially lock into the door jamb?! |
Miss Kate Madeline decided she needed some quality alone time in this bathroom this weekend...with the door locked. It happened in a second. She ran in, closed the door, and CLICK!
That's what we heard as we stood in the kitchen.
Brian and I both looked at each other. Brian went into instant panic mode and I stayed calm. We walked over to the door and it was as locked as it could ever be. We tried coaxing Kate to unlock the door. "Turn the lock the other way," we said. We tried and tried and tried to explain this to Kate who knows how to lock doors but not unlock them. After five or so minutes, Kate started getting a little upset. She wanted to get out of the bathroom and she wasn't able to unlock the door herself.
The little upset turned to full blown crying in a matter of seconds when she started calling for me but I explained I couldn't come in until the door was unlocked. This didn't get us anywhere.
Our little girl was locked in the bathroom, crying her little eyes out, and we had no way to get in. This broke my heart. I felt so bad for Kate. She was so upset.
Brian and I contemplated calling the fire department but then decided the only way in was to bust down the door.
Ok, if you recall, I just told you how tiny that bathroom is. I mean, if you open the door, the door nearly touches the toilet. It is THAT small. The door also opens INTO the bathroom. So busting down the door meant pushing a heavy, wooden door into a small bathroom that my daughter was locked in. But this was our only option. These old wooden doors don't have any sneaky "you can unlock them with a credit card" tricks.
It was bust down the door or leave Kate in a locked bathroom, crying. Clearly we chose option one.
I went outside to get Kate to stand on top of the toilet seat and face me outside. I didn't want any wood pieces to hit her or the door to hit her or anything like that and figured this would be the safest way to bust the door in. When I told Brian that Kate was "in position" he made his first attempt at throwing his entire body weight against the door. I didn't have a chance to explain to Kate what was going to happen, so this extremely loud BANG on the door sent her into instant hysterics. And that made me upset too. She was scared, I was sad, Brian was concerned, and Jack didn't know what the hell was going on.
Three loud BANGS later and the door jamb gave way and the door swung open. Kate was a hot mess. I ran in and scooped her up. Brian was shaking.
We got everybody calmed down, explained as best as we could to her what had happened and that she was not in trouble or anything like that, and took a look at the damage...
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Just a bit of trim work needed... |
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...and perhaps a new metal cover for the lock... |
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...doesn't seem too bad... |
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...we could just glue that piece back on... |
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...and add a bit of paint? |
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Perhaps a bit of sanding? |
All in all, the damage could've be a lot worse. I don't think this is that bad in the grand scheme of things. Yeah, it's something else to add to the to-do list, but our baby is safe and back in our arms, and, as of late, this lock is no longer working so we should be in the clear should anybody decide they need more time in the bathroom...
...Then again, should anybody need to use the bathroom they won't be able to close the door either.
It's give and take in our house. Come to visit, but forego your privacy.
We'll get it fixed. Soon. But neither Brian or I are in any sort of rush! We're just happy that Kate is no longer locked in the bathroom and is safe and sound with us.
These are the types of adventures that come when you have kids, right?! Remember when we went
bass fishing?!