One thing I've learned about moving into a new home is that it's not really home till you've had to break in.
Ooh yeah...here's a story.
Every time Adam & I have gotten a new place it seems inevitable that within the first month or two we lock ourselves out and have to determine the "weakest" point with the new place. I have to say that so far the easiest to break into was our rental house in Silver City because the windows were so old. We were able to easily remove a window & crawl in. Back then we didn't have kids though, so it wasn't nearly as interesting.
Yes, we locked ourselves out of our new house. It was actually several weeks ago and I'll spare you the details (for our own "home security" if nothing else) but it was midnight on a week night, probably 45 degrees and Adam & I were taking out the trash & recycle. Both kids were inside, in bed. Simon asleep; Anson crying...supposedly to sleep.
If only Simon were awake he could open the door. If only we'd hidden a spare set of keys outside or had given a set to a neighbor friend. If only it weren't so late. If only my parents, who still had a set of keys, didn't live across town and have work in the morning. If only...so many things.
We managed to break in without any dramatic damage to the home but we'll never be able to break in again the same way. It was the most horrifying, heart-wrenching fear I've experienced in most (all?) of my adult life: our kids locked inside our home and both of us locked outside it. Fortunately it was a short amount of time and Adam & I were able to keep our cool, think rationally, and avoid any dramatic damage or consequences. Hooray for creative thinking!
Now we're REALLY home. And we're working on figuring out a good spare key system...no, there's not one hidden under a rock out back.
Ooh yeah...here's a story.
Every time Adam & I have gotten a new place it seems inevitable that within the first month or two we lock ourselves out and have to determine the "weakest" point with the new place. I have to say that so far the easiest to break into was our rental house in Silver City because the windows were so old. We were able to easily remove a window & crawl in. Back then we didn't have kids though, so it wasn't nearly as interesting.
Yes, we locked ourselves out of our new house. It was actually several weeks ago and I'll spare you the details (for our own "home security" if nothing else) but it was midnight on a week night, probably 45 degrees and Adam & I were taking out the trash & recycle. Both kids were inside, in bed. Simon asleep; Anson crying...supposedly to sleep.
If only Simon were awake he could open the door. If only we'd hidden a spare set of keys outside or had given a set to a neighbor friend. If only it weren't so late. If only my parents, who still had a set of keys, didn't live across town and have work in the morning. If only...so many things.
We managed to break in without any dramatic damage to the home but we'll never be able to break in again the same way. It was the most horrifying, heart-wrenching fear I've experienced in most (all?) of my adult life: our kids locked inside our home and both of us locked outside it. Fortunately it was a short amount of time and Adam & I were able to keep our cool, think rationally, and avoid any dramatic damage or consequences. Hooray for creative thinking!
Now we're REALLY home. And we're working on figuring out a good spare key system...no, there's not one hidden under a rock out back.
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