Open Door Policy

The kids have been in and out all afternoon since Trout got home from school (spring NOT break is over.  finally.), and each time I have had to holler like the redneck woman I am for them to come back and shut the damn door because it's too cold for Nemo and do you think you live in a barn???  Still, it felt really cold and drafty, and I couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Earlier, Trout had taken her bike out the back door from our basement, and I asked her if she locked up.  Note again how I totally have not learned my lesson with this child.  She said she hadn't, but since she had to take the bike back in again the same way in less than an hour I didn't make her go lock it up.  I am a moron.

I just went down to move the laundry though the machines and I took two steps down and was met with a wall of frigid air.  Seriously.  Frozen-ass cold.  I wasn't even halfway down the steps when I started shouting at her to get her ass down there and fix it.

My slider was standing wide open.  Not just unlocked, mind you, standing.  wide.  open.  Where any animal, two footed or four footed, could have come in and done whatever they wanted.  Guess the bins of crap in our basement and the 27 loads of laundry just weren't that enticing, since a quick search revealed nothing.  But I think it'll take me at least an hour to warm myself back up.

Since I'm trying to work on this procrastination problem I have, here are some upcoming posts - please yell at me when I don't get them done in a timely fashion:

• Review of Laura Lippman's What the Dead Know for the BlogHer Virtual Book Tour
• A long-long overdue post about Uncle Orca
• Review of Let's Get Ready for First Grade for the Parent Bloggers (this will be done on time, on Thursday)
• More fun and excitement from the nursing home
• Potty training regression

P.S.  I'm over here today - check it out!!

Comments

[Redneck Mommy]

Think of all the little critters that found their way into your nice warm, toasty abode.

I love my kids. But not when they leave my door open for the bats and the mice to find their way inside.

[angi]

Guess the bins of crap in our basement and the 27 loads of laundry just weren't that enticing, since a quick search revealed nothing.

How did you get into MY basment?? Did my kids leave MY door open too...LMAO!!