You know what would suck? If your two year old locked your bathroom door from the inside and then closed the door.  And if he had locked himself INSIDE the bathroom you might have felt sorry for him, but since he’s outside the bathroom safe and sound, having locked up your shower, your deoderant, toothpaste, hairbrush and makeup, you mostly want to tear his limbs off. 

And then if you went down to the building concierge in your unwashed state, to ask for assistance for said problem, and received a little metal post for just such situations and you went back up to your apartment to try to pick the lock and were completely incapable of picking the lock? That would suck.

And what if you called your husband at work to tell him of the harrowing situation and begged him to come home and help you (because he’s only a two minute walk away) and he was not really THRILLED AND ALL TOO EAGER to hurry home to help you? That would suck.  

And then, if you went in search of the naughty toddler to yell at discipline him when you realized that he had been busy pulling cords off the wall that someone had painstakingly nailed down with special little clips? Then you might feel like going back to bed and pretending that you never had children.

Not that these things have happened to me. I’m just sayin’. It would suck.