In which Gray destroys a bunch of glass
Been too busy to post.
Last Thursday afternoon, Gray was sitting in my lap and everyone else played in the living room around us. Gray was toying with a small rock from the nature table. He looks at it, and hurls it at the sliding glass door.
*CRASH*CRACKLE*
The glass door is now completely spider webbed. Thank goodness for double paned safety glass. The rock he'd been playing with had a pointed end to it and it hit the window just right and destroyed the inside pane. Ut.
I find the receipt from the people who installed the window and give them a call. The door itself isn't under warranty, but the labor at least is. So the helpful person on the other end tells me he'll order a new door and should take about two weeks to get in, then they will call and arrange an installation date. Then he tells me to get out an old sheet, put it under the broken door, take a hammer and knock out all the glass. I thought he was bullshitting me.
Nope. Its better to take it out controlled than wait for it to fall out on its own.
So I kicked the kids and the dog outside, get out a sheet from the 70's my Gram gave me. Get the hammer from the garage and start knocking out glass. At least I had the presence of mind to snap a picture at this point
It took about 15 minutes to knock it all out. And I have to admit, it was kinda fun. How often do you have a good excuse to take a hammer to a window? I gathered up the edges of the sheet and lugged it to the recycling (note: sheets will start to rip quickly, have a laundry basket nearby to put the sheet and glass into to carry it through the house and outside) (also note: a sliding glass door's worth of glass is heavy as hell.)
I vacuumed the area three times (high, medium and low height settings) and then let the kids back in.
I made an intelligence check and called Joe at this point saying I was out of spoons and please come home. Then Ike and I taped up plastic sheeting over the opening as the edges are still kinda rough and I didn't want anyone cutting themselves.
Ahhh...the joy of kids.
Last Thursday afternoon, Gray was sitting in my lap and everyone else played in the living room around us. Gray was toying with a small rock from the nature table. He looks at it, and hurls it at the sliding glass door.
*CRASH*CRACKLE*
The glass door is now completely spider webbed. Thank goodness for double paned safety glass. The rock he'd been playing with had a pointed end to it and it hit the window just right and destroyed the inside pane. Ut.
I find the receipt from the people who installed the window and give them a call. The door itself isn't under warranty, but the labor at least is. So the helpful person on the other end tells me he'll order a new door and should take about two weeks to get in, then they will call and arrange an installation date. Then he tells me to get out an old sheet, put it under the broken door, take a hammer and knock out all the glass. I thought he was bullshitting me.
Nope. Its better to take it out controlled than wait for it to fall out on its own.
So I kicked the kids and the dog outside, get out a sheet from the 70's my Gram gave me. Get the hammer from the garage and start knocking out glass. At least I had the presence of mind to snap a picture at this point
It took about 15 minutes to knock it all out. And I have to admit, it was kinda fun. How often do you have a good excuse to take a hammer to a window? I gathered up the edges of the sheet and lugged it to the recycling (note: sheets will start to rip quickly, have a laundry basket nearby to put the sheet and glass into to carry it through the house and outside) (also note: a sliding glass door's worth of glass is heavy as hell.)
I vacuumed the area three times (high, medium and low height settings) and then let the kids back in.
I made an intelligence check and called Joe at this point saying I was out of spoons and please come home. Then Ike and I taped up plastic sheeting over the opening as the edges are still kinda rough and I didn't want anyone cutting themselves.
Ahhh...the joy of kids.