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I have one question: can we ever just have a calm day around here?
I have one question: can we ever just have a calm day around here?
The problem of the day that we faced today was that my little sister decided to lock her bedroom door. According to Twin B, she had a special project in there that she didn't want Twin A to get to. Unfortunately, Twin B locked the door, pulled it closed form the outside, and none of us realized until it was too late. The problem is that most of the door handles in this house have the turning locks, rather than the push button locks that we can open from the outside. We just never got around to changing them all after we moved in. That was a big mistake.
So guess what we did all day? It was an endless battle with the door lock, trying to get it out of the door so that it could be opened again. One of us would try for a bit, then we'd take a break, then someone else would take a crack at it... It went on and on from early this morning until it was almost the girls' bedtime. No one could get into the room all day. You could imagine how happy my mom was about this! And of course nothing like this ever happens when my dad is home... No, my dad had to work today, so he didn't get to experience the thrill of kneeling on rough carpeting, banging and pleading, and getting fed up with the door.
Twin B was on thin ice the rest of the day, that was for sure. Whining about wanting a snack? Remember what you did this morning. Whining about not wanting to clean up? Remember what you did this morning. I still can't believe that she actually did that!
Finally, my mom mentioned that she had even tried kicking the door but the lock hadn't budged. If we were open to kicking the door down, I wanted in on the action! I jumped up and offered to kick the door myself, and was insanely excited for some odd reason. Though my leg had to be totally parallel to the floor because the door knob was so high (and I'm so short), and it was hard for me to reach, I managed to get a nice kick in and heard something crack.
That was when my mom suggested waiting for my dad to come home, since he was due any moment, so that we could see if he had any advice to avoid breaking the whole door. So I stopped kicking and contemplated other solutions. Then, my mom and I bounced ideas off of each other and talked things through... that was when we came up with the solution! We can always solve a problem when we work together, and tonight was no different.
We just needed something to stick in the hole in the lever in order to turn the lock.
My sister and I started rummaging through tools in the garage and found a crowbar that was small enough to fit in the hole. I ran back to the door, maneuvered it a few different ways, and finally got the lock to turn, thus opening the door. I'm pretty sure I screamed, "Who's the best daughter ever?" when I finished, because of course no one was near me when I finally figured it out.
The twins were so excited, I was thrilled that I could be the one to save the day (though obviously a lot of credit also goes to my mom for helping me figure out what had to be done), and our day-long struggle had finally come to an end. Plus, as I went to put the crowbar away, my dad was walking in, and we could just tell him about all of the excitement rather than putting him to work after a long day on the job.
I finished the night with some of that cookie dough that I bought yesterday, and it was a great way to celebrate unlocking the door. The raw cookie dough tasted amazing, the baked cookies tasted amazing, and I still have more cookie dough to use for another day! Another day... as if that day isn't going to be tomorrow... pretty sure I'll have time to make more cookies after I finish a few errands in the morning!
Your continued support means the world to me. From foster care to novels, and family to work experiences, I look forward to sharing more of my life with you each day. Don't hesitate to share your own stories with me or ask me questions about my life. Please don't forget to like and share my Facebook author page as well!
I’d greatly appreciate it if you would share this blog with friends and family through your favorite social media sites. If you’re sharing on Twitter, don’t forget to tag me (@TayTayK02) and use the hashtag #TaylorTalks.
Thanks!
Taylor
So guess what we did all day? It was an endless battle with the door lock, trying to get it out of the door so that it could be opened again. One of us would try for a bit, then we'd take a break, then someone else would take a crack at it... It went on and on from early this morning until it was almost the girls' bedtime. No one could get into the room all day. You could imagine how happy my mom was about this! And of course nothing like this ever happens when my dad is home... No, my dad had to work today, so he didn't get to experience the thrill of kneeling on rough carpeting, banging and pleading, and getting fed up with the door.
Twin B was on thin ice the rest of the day, that was for sure. Whining about wanting a snack? Remember what you did this morning. Whining about not wanting to clean up? Remember what you did this morning. I still can't believe that she actually did that!
Finally, my mom mentioned that she had even tried kicking the door but the lock hadn't budged. If we were open to kicking the door down, I wanted in on the action! I jumped up and offered to kick the door myself, and was insanely excited for some odd reason. Though my leg had to be totally parallel to the floor because the door knob was so high (and I'm so short), and it was hard for me to reach, I managed to get a nice kick in and heard something crack.
That was when my mom suggested waiting for my dad to come home, since he was due any moment, so that we could see if he had any advice to avoid breaking the whole door. So I stopped kicking and contemplated other solutions. Then, my mom and I bounced ideas off of each other and talked things through... that was when we came up with the solution! We can always solve a problem when we work together, and tonight was no different.
We just needed something to stick in the hole in the lever in order to turn the lock.
My sister and I started rummaging through tools in the garage and found a crowbar that was small enough to fit in the hole. I ran back to the door, maneuvered it a few different ways, and finally got the lock to turn, thus opening the door. I'm pretty sure I screamed, "Who's the best daughter ever?" when I finished, because of course no one was near me when I finally figured it out.
The twins were so excited, I was thrilled that I could be the one to save the day (though obviously a lot of credit also goes to my mom for helping me figure out what had to be done), and our day-long struggle had finally come to an end. Plus, as I went to put the crowbar away, my dad was walking in, and we could just tell him about all of the excitement rather than putting him to work after a long day on the job.
I finished the night with some of that cookie dough that I bought yesterday, and it was a great way to celebrate unlocking the door. The raw cookie dough tasted amazing, the baked cookies tasted amazing, and I still have more cookie dough to use for another day! Another day... as if that day isn't going to be tomorrow... pretty sure I'll have time to make more cookies after I finish a few errands in the morning!
Your continued support means the world to me. From foster care to novels, and family to work experiences, I look forward to sharing more of my life with you each day. Don't hesitate to share your own stories with me or ask me questions about my life. Please don't forget to like and share my Facebook author page as well!
I’d greatly appreciate it if you would share this blog with friends and family through your favorite social media sites. If you’re sharing on Twitter, don’t forget to tag me (@TayTayK02) and use the hashtag #TaylorTalks.
Thanks!
Taylor
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