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The Importance of a Door


03 Jan, 2014

I was reminded recently about the fact that just before Reuben was born we decided to replace all the doors in the house. A Door is quite an expensive investment and we live in a house with a requirement for 14 of them. Even with the cheapest ones (that we liked) it was still a small fortune. Then there’s the fixtures, doorknobs, hinges, and the small question of fitting them. Putting up 14 doors is nothing to be sniffed at. That’s a lot of sanding, planing, hanging, re-sanding, putting on of catches and knobs. Then you’re meant to wax them or seal them in some way.

So needless to say, because it was August, and doors are only really useful for keeping in the heat, we decided to put it off for a couple of months.

The Importance of a door

Then Reuben arrived. We had Gabby stay with us for the two weeks that Mike was going to be on paternity leave so we could be a complete family, and we learnt in the space of about 2 hours, the time between Gabby going to bed and me trying to go to bed, that a door does a lot more than just keep the heat in. A door stops noise travelling. Who knew?

Gabriella was asleep in her doorless room and a short walk up the stairs Reuben was screaming blue murder in our doorless room. I had literally just sat in bed with Reubs trying to settle him when it became clear. I needed some doors or Gabby was going to have to go. With all her huffing and puffing, and Reuben’s screaming, and my exhaustion, I was going to lose it. Big style.

What actually happened was I went to the furthest point away, the living room, and put on a film, Shrek. I fell asleep on the sofa with Reuben for an hour or so, and scared myself to death that I had allowed that to happen. So I spent the rest of the night trying to settle Reuben, who didn’t want to settle or feed or in fact stop screaming, and a good night’s sleep was had by all. Except me.

Then to top it all, when all was finally quiet the next morning and Reuben was finally asleep in his basket (the crucial bit), Gabriella came padding into the room, all pink and fresh faced after a good night’s sleep. She smiled and stretched and said, “that baby kept me up aaaaaaall night.”