{ kids, do not try this at home }

Tuesday just wasn't my day.

It did not start out well from the get-go. I woke up at 6:45 a.m., as usual and proceeded to shower and dry my hair. Realizing I needed something from my room I went to open my bedroom door.

LOCKED!

Before we continue I probably should tell you that the lock on this door isn't your regular household lock that can be popped with a bobbi-pin or hanger. You know what I'm talking about. Nope. This is a straight up real-key-required lock. 

Problem is I don't have the key.

Multiple thoughts crossed my mind at that moment.

Oh crap. How did my door lock??? I never lock my door. My phone is in there. Why does my stupid door have shut by itself all the time? My car keys are in there. Am I sleep walking now and not know it? Maybe I can borrow my roommates clothes and deal with this later. No. Can't. My bra is in there. How am I supposed to get to work ... and look presentable?

Being a problem solver I immediately went and grabbed our spare house key. That has to work! Why wouldn't it?

The key slipped right in. Success. I went to turn it. Fail.

With no other option at the moment I continued to get ready. I mean the least I could do was do my hair, put on my make up and brush my teeth. Those were things I could do without having to get into my bedroom.

I decided to wait for Holly to get up. She would be up soon. Maybe she had the answer. She at least would have her phone.

Holly suggested I call our landlord. I hesitated as we have no confidence in him. He's a flighty, unreliable, and slow to fix things at our house. We've been trying to get our dishwasher fixed for five months. That's besides the point.

In desperation I called him. He said he didn't have a key. What? How can you not have a key to the bedrooms in YOUR house? He proceeded to tell me he could stop by and take a look at noon. Noon? Seriously? Don't you know I have to work? I am NEVER renting from you again. I was even more frustrated with my predicament as I hung up.

Another thought ran through my mind. My window is open. Maybe I could climb onto the roof and climb through my window. Holly and I evaluated the possibility. Too steep? Maybe. I was desperate though. I had no other option ....unless I wanted to wait until noon for my landlord to come, confirm that the door was indeed locked and call a locksmith. Not worth my time.

I took off the screen to Holly's bedroom window and climbed onto the roof....held on for dear life and scaled the house to my window.

More thoughts.

I think I've hit a new low in my life. Don't look down. Don't you dare fall. I probably look like a complete fool. Could I get out of my lease for having to do this?

Phew. Made it. I broke my screen in the process of climbing into my room, but at that point I didn't care. Landlord can pay for that. I risked my life because of his stupidity. 

Needless to say I finally got in and unlocked my door. Made it to work 45 minutes late. I got a Diet Coke on the way. After my morning I deserved it!

Unbeknown to me, while I was scaling the roof Holly snapped a photo. 

Here I am in all my morning glory!

Please note the school bus passing in the background. To which I advise, kids, do not try this at home! And make sure your doors are ALWAYS unlocked...to your bedroom at least.