Doorknobs.
They're helpful to have, in case you were wondering.
My wonderful offspring managed to remove a doorhandle and I haven't the slightest clue how. Or why?! I mean, really, why? What possibly could have motivated them to even consider such a task? I must admit, I'm impressed with their creativity and dedication to such a tedious task.
What I do NOT appreciate, however, is one of the little jokers closed the door rendering us helpless, caged humans, trapped inside our homeschool room. Thankfully, we were all locked inside together, with my cell phone, so I didn't have to go HULK SMASH on the door. Again. (It wouldn't have been my first door-slamming encounter.)
***Insert an angry phone call and Rod to the rescue.***
Fast forward several hours.
I needed a trip to Target. Not to buy anything, mind you. Just to "get away". Target is where women (mostly moms with young kids) congregate to have some alone time and rejuvenate. Or maybe that's just me? Regardless, I needed some Target therapy.
Only problem?
The husband was sleeping off the night shift, leaving me to rejuvenate at Target with my little people--the very people I need to rejuvenate from. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and so I grabbed a Dr. Pepper on my way out.
Just as I opened the can, I hear from the backseat Pax yell, "DIABETES!!!!!!! DIABETES!!!!"
So in addition to door-handle stealing thieves, I have nutritionist Nazi's. Wonderful!
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