Our laundry room happens to be the bathroom for the majority of the boys in our family.
Occasionally, this means that I have to wait to start my laundry in the morning.
It's only a problem once in awhile but last week it was downright annoying.
I needed to get in that room to sort clothes and get things moving for the day.
Couldn't though, door's locked.
Waiting patiently, I try back later.
No luck, still locked.
Waiting impatiently, I yell, "When you're done in there... let me know, I REALLY need to start the laundry."
A minute later, Timothy emerges, "Sorry, Mom, I was writing a song."
Now that's creativity for you!