My McGyver Moment

I had my finest McGyver moment to date all of 20 minutes ago.

First the background:

A few hours after getting into our new home Guy locked himself in his bedroom. Because of that, Rob turned the door handle around. Since then, we've been using the backwards lock usefully at nap times and bedtime.

Last week, after getting home, I was getting the boys to bed for naps. Getting out of the car, a four year old neighbor boy was talking to us through his living room window. I got the boys upstairs to put them to bed. Putting Guy down for naps I often just make sure he gets in his room and closes the door behind himself (at his request). That day, he asked me to come in and look at something in his room. I went in and he immediately closed the door behind us. Enters the four year old neighbor again. I opened Guy's window (that is on the front side of the house, and started yelling for the boy. He came to the window and I asked him to get his mom. He said he was supposed to stay downstairs right then, and she was upstairs (nap time for his younger brother). So, I talked him into coming outside. From there, I got him to come into our house and unlock the Guy's bedroom door. Whew! I was so grateful. 20 minutes later Cooper was crying and I know that would have stressed me out to have him crying while I was locked in Guy's bedroom.

Later that afternoon, talking to a couple of friends, they suggested going to the self help office to get a key for the door (since we have none in the house), and putting that in his room.

Haven't gotten that far yet.

Then today:

I was putting Guy down. This time I went into the room for something, but I hadn't locked the door yet. However, while I was in there, Guy locked and shut the door with both of us inside.

30 minutes of prayers and a coat hanger I finally got out! I know, it doesn't take McGyver that long. The thing is, even with the coat hanger I couldn't unlock the door. I ended up sticking part of the door hanger in the door frame by the lock to get the door opened. That accomplishment makes me feel pretty inventive.

While I kept trying to figure out a way to get out, I would occasionally go to the window and look to see if anyone was outside. There were some painters working on a house on the other side of the cul de sac, but I was to embarrassed to call out to random men to ask for help. Thankfully, it all worked out okay.