Last week Sam discovered that he can reach the top shelf in his changing table cabinet. Which is where we stack the diapers. Which apparently are the greatest thing man ever invented. Every day since then, as soon as we enter his room, he grabs the knob, yanks open the door and starts flinging diapers every which way. Once he's emptied the contents of the shelf onto the floor, he plops himself down into the Pampers pile and starts throwing. It usually looks something like this:
(I know it's sideways. I don't know why. Sorry!)
While this was cute the first sixteen or seventeen times he did it (did you watch the video, people?), there are only so many times I can re-stack 107 diapers. We bought some of those child-proof cabinet locks, and SOB was supposed to install one this past weekend.
Supposed to.
But then he got busy doing a whole bunch of nothing and didn't get around to it. Then he was going to do it yesterday when he got home from work. Unfortunately, he didn't get home until sometime after 10:00 last night. I was asleep already, and so was Sam. There would be no installation of anything going on in that room.
So after I dropped Sam off at Jesus school, I got out the drill. I can count on one hand the number of times I have actually done any drilling, so there was so trepidation on my part. But I was feeling bold. And tired of looking at millions of little Elmo faces smiling up at me from the floor.
My first attempt had to be undone. I didn't notice that I had put the lock up too high, so I figured out how to put the drill in reverse (did you know it could do that?) and I took out the four screws. My second attempt was only half right, but I was heading in the right direction. I had gotten the part inside the cabinet on correctly, but the door fixture was a little wonky. I unscrewed that, adjusted it, and viola! I have a perfectly child-proofed diaper storage area!
I also have ten screw holes when I only really needed four, but they're on the inside! No one can really see them, right? Right?
3 comments:
Congratulations on your success in the handy woman realm. Has Sam discovered your accomplishment yet? I would imagine that he is less than impressed... :0)
I love the feeling of doing something "manly" around the house. It is such an accomplishment for me. Now if I could only get Sage to feel the same about housework...
He is not at all impressed. He pulls on the knob and then starts looking for my hand or foot, which used to be what was keeping it shut. He then looks very confused and very angry.
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