Trapped In My Bedroom

Okay, it's not as bad as it sounds.  It's nothing like Preston trapped in the bathroom, which happened the other day.  It was one of those moments you dread as a mother.  He had one of those poop explosions, where you don't even know where to start with the cleanup process.  I took him into the bathroom, stripped him of his clothes, rinsed the clothes, shut the door so he wouldn't get poop anywhere else and ran down to throw the clothes in the washer before I gave him a bath (no the water was not running).  I had to hurry because I had just started a load of laundry and figured I could just add his outfit to that load.  I ran back upstairs and he had opened the drawer that is right next to the door, trapping him in and me out (I feel your pain on this one, Brandy).  I didn't even know where to start.  I had no idea if he would even understand me when I told him to shut the drawer - the toothpaste drawer.  Please tell me he wasn't eating all the toothpaste.  I watched him pull out all my soap, shampoo, toilet paper, extra deodorant...from the little crack under the door and was just praying he wouldn't open anything that shouldn't be ingested.  There was NO way - other than breaking the door and the drawer and possibly injuring him - to get in until he closed that stupid drawer.  I called Marcos, who started freaking out and asking me what he was supposed to do about it (super helpful moment).  Hello, I just needed some support.  I was nervous too!  I got him settled and decided to call my mom instead.  Sometimes women are the best way to go in situations like that.  She reminded me to be calm and just talk to him and see if I could bribe him.  Sure enough, about 15 minutes later, he responded to "Do you want a treat?  Close the door and come get a treat."  Hallelujah! 

Nope, this was not like that.  Today was another long day.  Marcos hasn't been home much at night this week.  Between work and church stuff, he's been home for maybe an hour here and there.  I'm not complaining because in general his schedule isn't as bad as some, but it's been a LONG week.  Tonight he was going to be home between 5:30 and 6 and had a scout meeting at 7 (which he informed me he needed to leave for at 6:40).  Crap.  So I took myself and kids to the gym and he picked them up there to spend a couple minutes with them before he had to leave.  Yesterday I had a bit of a lazy exercise day so I decided to push it and do 2 classes today.  I got home and he left for his meeting.  Crazy schedule!  I took over the bedtime routine and did pajamas, reading, teeth, prayers and tucking the kids in.  After that I finally decided it was  time for a much needed shower.  No sooner do I shut the door to the bathroom, than I hear Dylan at my door telling me every reason in the book why he did not want to go to bed.  I told him to go to bed, shut the door and I would see him in the morning.  I get out of the shower and find my bedroom door and the kids' bedroom door (which is across from ours) wide open.  Up pops Preston from the crib with the thought of Mommy being available to him.  Yikes!  I quickly jump back into the bathroom and proceed to open my dresser drawers from the side to retrieve my needed items of clothing.  I snuck by the dresser enough to close my door most of the way.  Yep, trapped.  I was starving and wanted to go sit and relax, but there was no way I was risking a screaming baby by walking by his open door before he fell asleep.  So I opened up my scriptures and got some good reading in early for once.  Usually I'm doing this WAY too late at night.  The good news is I got four chapters read before I dared peek out into the hallway.  The bad news is I'm reading in 2nd Nephi right now.  You know, the Isaiah chapters.  I seriously consider myself to be somewhat well read and not exactly stupid, but I cannot understand these chapters to save my life.  For a man that LOVED plain and simple words, I sure can't figure out why he loved Isaiah so much.  Sorry to be blasphemous...I'm sure it's beautiful once you uncover the mystery of it all.  I followed the part about the virgin giving birth, but that's about it.  Oh well, my Ensign came today and I'm super excited.  I'm going to read that baby cover to cover.  That may have to serve as my spiritual inspiration for the day because despite my extra reading today, I still need a bit of a boost.