The end is found

Well, I quickly realized that in my basement above my washer in dryer in a cabinet. Was behold...a true treasure. There it was, the answer to regain my sanity. A doorknob with a lock.

See I will share a weird quirk I have about me. I like to go into my back bedroom and sometimes just look through my stamps and scrap booking "stuff". Think about what I could do with it all if only I had just a little more time. So, I quickly grabbed myself a screwdriver and plunged into a task. Now, my kids know how to unlock these doors but at least it gives me about 5-8 minutes. Since it takes them at least that long to find something to unlock the door with. But during those long cherished minutes I can sit at my desk and look and try to ignore the insistent pounding at the door.

Oh, and Brennon is finally feeling better, hungry and putting back on some weight. And might I add that that doorknob has been on that door since the last post and Jim has yet to notice it!