The first week after we moved in to the new house without locks was a crazy time. Spoons, oven mitts, goldfish crackers and pretzel rods everywhere all of the time. There was no place that was safe, especially after Noah learned to use the drawer handles as a little mini ladder to take him right up to the counter top without need for a chair or toy.
Anthony found a few temporary locks to go on the outside of the cabinets. Some I love, they are easy for me to use, impossible for the boys to open. Win-win.
Then, there is one lock that I detest. Words cannot accurately describe the frustration I have with this lock. It not only takes 2 hands to open, but every attempt ends with bent back finger nails (and mine are short to begin with!) and what feels like bruises on my fingertips. This lock is the bane of my existence. And some days I cannot even actually get it open now matter how many times I try.
I know what you are thinking, maybe it's defective, or broken in some way. Nope, that's what makes this lock even worse. Anthony has no problem opening it. (insert "not amused" face)
I feel like a little kid who has been locked out of the snack cupboard (ironically it *is* on the snack cupboard) At least it's kept my snacking to a minimum.
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