Yep, this happened

So the fall is the time when Bob does quite a bit of traveling for work and I get just a little freaked out at night time by myself with the boys.  I never lock the door leading into the garage except I did when Bob was gone along with all the windows and doors.  I got up early and got Carter and Landon dressed and ready for school.  I let Nolan sleep in while I walked the big boys to the bus stop.  When I returned home, it was then I realized I was completely locked out of the house with a 5 year old upstairs asleep, my keys to my car, computer, and phone locked inside.  I thought for sure I could get in but since I locked the house down like Fort Knox I couldn't.  I began ringing the doorbell repeatedly until I pressed so many times that the button shattered.  Next I was beating on the glass sliding door so hard that I thought my hands were going to be full of bruises.  Nolan never sleeps in but that day he decided it was going to be the day he slept in.  After 45 minutes of beating on the doors, windows and ringing the doorbell, my Mama Bear instincts came into play.  I began to get worried there was something wrong since Nolan wasn't waking up...I grabbed a metal hammer and beat the doorknob off the door.  I thought that if the doorknob was off I could ninja style kick the door open...turns out that didn't work.  Just when I ran over to grab a neighbor to help, Nolan opened the door.



I have the most understanding and loving husband...he was calm when I had to make the phone call of shame to explain what I had done.  During the weekend he spent a few hours patching, painting, and replacing the doorknob.  He's the greatest!