Criminal Minds...

Oh goodness.  The joys of motherhood.  I wake up today to R saying, "Momma, the bafroom is locked."  I think, oh, that's ok, sometimes the handle gets stuck.  And besides, I don't even know how to lock these doors.  Hm.  So I get up, get her dressed and get ready to go brush her teeth.  Ummm, yeah.  The door is locked.  Lesson #1:  Two Year Olds Don't Lie (unless they're being cornered).  So, I call Daddy.  Did he know where the key is to the doors?  Nope, we only have the one from the other house.  Hmmm.  Different doorknobs.  I try it anyways, on a door that's open.  1.  To find out how these dang doors lock, and 2.  So if something went terribly wrong, the door is still open (although, now that I think about it, how much worse could it get than the door staying locked?)  Didn't work.  It fit, but I couldn't get it to unlock the door.  Hmm.  So, I get R breakfast and proceed to take apart a doorknob to see what kind of key was needed and how it would unlock.  I have done this before on two faulty doorknobs at our old house in IL, piece of cake.  But I can't for the life of me get the door to unlock.  Lovely, I'm thinking, I wonder if these were faulty design, only available for a month before they figured out that they could not be unlocked from the other side.  And now, 20 years later, I'm stuck with it.  So, the next logical step, I google.  Apparently, Lowes and Home Depot still carry old doorknob keys for just such folks as myself who don't have one when they move in.  But wait, the key they are describing is the same key that I have (from the other house).  So, feeling hopeless and desperate, I go try the key in the locked bathroom door.  Push the key in, turn the handle, CLICK.  Unlocked.  Lesson #2:  Try the key in the actual locked door before taking apart any doorknobs, spending any time on the internet doing research, and spending any money (thankfully I didn't get that far, but I was dreaming of beautiful new oiled bronze doorknobs [for the whole house, of course]).  Thankfully R is not old enough to understand and cannot make fun of me.  I can always blame it on the mom-stress.