Knock, Knock

On Monday morning I had some laundry to do. Travis was at school, so I was home alone with Mason. I grabbed my laundry and left Mason in the living room. The washer and dryer in our apartment building is just in the basement so Mason would just be alone for 2 minutes. I went and started my laundry and came back up. I went to turn the knob and it was LOCKED. I panicked. Mason had locked me out and he was inside alone. I started knocking on the neighbor's door and they weren't home so I went to the next neighbor and knocked. No answer. Then I thought to myself, "Do I have my phone?" I checked my pocket and it was there. I had to call the landlord and have someone come let me in. I think our apartment is pretty childproof, and Mason was fine when I got back in. Needless to say, if I ever have to do laundry or check the mail I will take him with me, wait for Travis to get home or put Mason in his pack-n-play or crib. I also take my keys with me just in case.