Wednesday, March 02, 2005
A Little Home Improvement Spells Disaster - for Anna
Anna's room sits on the north side of the house and is the most affected by cold weather. In the winter months neither her closet nor bedroom door close properly. About a month ago I took a planer to the closet door to shave off enough wood to keep the door from sticking in its frame. Of course this only made the situation worse; turns out the latch is hitting the strikeplate to low so now the door won't stay shut. At least before the door would wedge in the frame and hold its position.
Over the weekend I removed the strikeplates from both doors, expanded the holes and reattached the strikeplates in better positions. Both doors work splendidly. Of course Anna was unaware of my repairs.
That night when I put her to bed she did her usual "stay in bed for 30 seconds then climb out and open the bedroom door so she can talk and sing in the hallway until Nora or I put her to bed again" (this cycle can go on for hours). This evening Anna found she could no longer open the door -talk about screaming bloody murder. She yelled at the door, banged on it, tugged on the knob furiously, threw her trash can and diaper genie across the room, and did everything else she could think of except go back to bed. The good news is that it wore her out; the bad? Her room was a mess.
The last few nights she's been too tired to pull her usual routine and fallen asleep pretty quickly. In the mornings she's been showing evidence that she's figured out how to open the door; but no definitive proof. More news as things develop...
-Eric (Dad)
Over the weekend I removed the strikeplates from both doors, expanded the holes and reattached the strikeplates in better positions. Both doors work splendidly. Of course Anna was unaware of my repairs.
That night when I put her to bed she did her usual "stay in bed for 30 seconds then climb out and open the bedroom door so she can talk and sing in the hallway until Nora or I put her to bed again" (this cycle can go on for hours). This evening Anna found she could no longer open the door -talk about screaming bloody murder. She yelled at the door, banged on it, tugged on the knob furiously, threw her trash can and diaper genie across the room, and did everything else she could think of except go back to bed. The good news is that it wore her out; the bad? Her room was a mess.
The last few nights she's been too tired to pull her usual routine and fallen asleep pretty quickly. In the mornings she's been showing evidence that she's figured out how to open the door; but no definitive proof. More news as things develop...
-Eric (Dad)
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