A year or so after we moved into the house, the Hubby and I ordered these snap on window pane grids for our sliding glass door since it was the only gridless window in the house and had an inferiority complex. This solution has done the job for six years, that is until this week, when little Owlie discovered that it wasn't a permanent fixture and began pulling the grid off to play with it.
I asked the Hubby to remove the grid for a time until Ollie is ready to leave it alone. With the grid removed, it was time for a serious cleaning of the glass. So yesterday, while the kids were at school, I washed both inside and out with soapy water and a squeegee. Then I shined it up with some glass cleaner and admired how lovely the sunlight looked streaming through a plate glass window minus grids and fingerprints.
Fast foward to 4:00 yesterday afternoon. The chaos is at a feverpitch. We have three baseball commitments at three different places. Kids are running around in uniforms with only one cleat on, shoving food into their faces while I bark commands and try to soothe a crying baby. Hannie B. cannot, for the life of her, find her glove. I forcefully encourage her to remember when she last had it. A light bulb goes on in her mind and she recalls having it out in the yard the night before.
Do you already see where this is going?
She turns from the kitchen to go get her glove. And as I watch in disbelief/horror/slight glee she runs smack into the glass door which she thought was standing wide open due to lack of grime and grid.
It was AWESOME. Like from a movie awesome. I know we shouldn't laugh when things like this happen to our kids. But I laughed. I might have even guffawed. Then she started laughing and suddenly I had to run to the restroom or wet myself! It was just what we needed to take the tension out of an otherwise stressful time.
And I'm not warning anyone else about the door, because if I get to see that again, it will be worth it! :)