Trapped

J-Fed is going to pay for this one.

Even though he was nowhere around when it went down, he's sure to be on the end of
my paranoid rants going forward. J-Fed has yet to catch onto this yet. However, when
something goes wrong with one of the kids on my watch, I feel inclined to make
J-Fed ultra-aware of all the things that "could" happen with the kids. He just doesn't
realize they already have happened... with me.

Let me preface this by saying I'm an extremely overprotective parent. I'm the type
who has already researched getting microchips implanted into my children, even
if it does violate their right to privacy. Nothing says I love you like placing them permanently under Big Brother's big eye. They don't ride in anyone else's car, with the exception of my mother. They don't sleep over anyone's house, with the exception of their father. In fact, it's only recently that 7-year-old daughter is allowed to actually play over her friends'
houses and that's only because it's two doors down.

And there's rarely a moment where they're out of my sight. Before I even moved into Mr. Ex's, I had a pool gate installed. I refuse to take any chances, which is why this story is so hard to believe. I can only chalk it up to "shit happens."

Tonight, I had just finished up dinner and was preparing to give 2-year-old daughter a bath. Now 2-year-old is cut from a different cloth. If there's trouble around, she'll find it. And such was the case tonight. I escorted her into the bathroom and told her to get ready for the bath. At that point, I went to retrieve a towel around the corner. When I returned to the bathroom, the door was shut. And when I say shut, I also mean, stuck like chuck.