What Do You Mean "The Door is Locked?"

Today, I took my husband and 2 kids to my school to do some last minute preparations. I expected it to take no longer than 20 minutes. I had to re-do my hallway bulletin board because the teacher across from me not only copied mine, but made hers better. Scott was removing the old letters and staples from the cork, Hannah was collecting them, and Jacob was basically just running around. Then, as he likes to do, he pushed the door to my classroom shut.

"I hope that wasn't locked," Scott said.

"No, of course not," I replied. Why would it be locked? I had just unlocked it. In order for it to be locked I would have had to intentionally locked it again before removing my keys. And why would I have done that?

I reached over to open it and... it was locked. We were stuck in the hallway in a completely empty school with our car keys, purse, etc. all inside my locked classroom. Great. Jacob clapped his little hands in glee. Oh, wasn't he just a little cutie at that moment?

We made our sorry way to the staff room where I made the embarrassing call to a fellow colleague detailing our plight. Mercifully, she came to our rescue, despite the fact that she was on her way out the door for an evening out. While we were waiting for our rescuer to arrive, Jacob wreaked havoc in the staff room (all evidence since destroyed or put back to order).

The moral?

School is no place for kids.