Missy, when my first husband and I seperated, Helen and I moved into an apartment. The first "mishap" was that one night, while sleeping in her bedroom, she got up and went to open her door (which I had left cracked), and she shut it, then when turning the knob, she locked it. Thank goodness, I had a good friend there, who helped me take the knob off of the door and get her out. Helen was two years old at that time.
In that same apartment, several months later, Helen got out of her bed and unlocked the dead bolt on the door that led into a hallway and went out, sometime after midnight. I just remember waking up from a dead sleep and hearing "Mama, Mama" and I ran and found her out on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building. I thought I would die. Thank goodness I sleep lightly and heard her cries. I shudder to think what could have happened. A chain lock was installed the next day, very high on the door, so that this could never happen again. But I always worry, even today, with her being 16 years old.
It is a "mom" thing and we are entitled to worry and be obsessed with our children's safety. I'm glad Tyler and you are fine.
Logan
Bookmarks