Thanks to day-light-savings-time my children firmly believe in waking up before 6am. Every single day.
And they get into stuff if I'm not RIGHT there to stop them. Last week, they escaped downstairs and licked off the frosting off Derek's birthday cupcakes. And they run and jump and wake up the baby.
And so we decided to ground them to their room until 7am, regardless of what time they awaken.
Great. Except Spencer has learned to climb out of his crib and can open doors. Henry has been opening doors since he was 18 months old and likes to run as fast as he can whilst causing all kinds of mayhem.
Not a good combination.
In order to facilitate their "staying in their room" Derek and I would switch off who chased them BACK into their room, and who got to shout from the warmth of our bed, "GET BACK INTO YOUR ROOM AND CLOSE THE DOOR!"
Not so good.
So, Derek and I discussed locking them in. It would require purchasing a new door knob since their's didn't have a lock on it. And we weren't sure we wanted to take that step. It sounded horrible to us to do. Really awful.
Except we're tired, and the children are HIGHLY annoying before 7am. It's like they wake up on a some kind of happy high that I find to be unspeakably irritating. So, I was a grump. But I still wasn't ready to commit to imprisoning my children.
And then, on Saturday morning, on one of Derek's many trips to the boys' room to tell them to SHUT IT, he came back in hold a strange lumpy thing. (I'm blind sans corrective lenses and it was still dark.)
"What is that?" I asked, in a buzzed exhaustion.
"The boys' door knob. It just fell off in my hand."
And then the angels started to sing.
"It's a sign," I said. "It's a sign that we need to get a new door knob and start locking them in the morning." I was sure of it.
"Of course it is!" Derek agreed falling into bed. "CLOSE YOUR DOOR!" he shouted to the boys who were trying to escape again. "It is meant to be. We're supposed to be locking them in."
And so we did.
Now, to be clear, I only lock the door in the mornings, not all night. And if Henry bangs on it and whines enough, I let him out to use the potty. Other than that, they are in their room until 7am.
Now, granted, I still hear them banging around and jumping off the changing table, but at least they can only trash their room. NOT the kitchen, bathroom, living room, other bathroom or garage. It's great.
I'm telling you, it was divine intervention. There was no reason for that door knob to fall off. It hadn't been loose before then. It hadn't been tampered with by anyone.
It just fell off.
It's a beautiful thing.