I would be far more receptive to your perceived plight if I’d gotten more than 2 consecutive hours of sleep last night.
I’m sorry you’ve locked yourself in the laundry room, I really am, but right now I am enjoying not having you underfoot, on the table, in my lap, making passes at my breakfast. The laundry room is baby-proofed and I can hear you wailing, you’re fine, really.
I understand midnight, 2am, 4am, and 6am are all super-fun times to hang out with your parents, however, we have to do things like cook, drive, do laundry, and take care of you, all of those things require us to get some sleep.
When you deprive us of a few hours of shut-eye the chances of you doing anything fun – going to the park, for a walk, to kindergym – plummets like a stone.
You are still wailing, so I know you’re OK, perhaps a little frustrated – you know you can’t reach the door knobs to let yourself out, lets think these things though next time. The light is on and the laundry is spinning, you have entertainment! I’ll let you out once I finish my breakfast.
Your Exhausted Mother