Boys cannot close a door, shut a door, or latch a door. Boys only slam a door. Slam it hard. So hard the entire house shakes. So hard photos are knocked off axis in our neighbors’ hallway. So hard you can still hear and feel the wood frame in your house trembling and groaning fifteen seconds later. It’s out of control, this door slamming issue.
I suppose it’s because they’re in such a hurry to get outside and play, get inside and pee, or get back in the middle of the ongoing battle with the flying frog guys or whoever they’re fighting this time. At any rate, just about the time you’re feeling confident about the fact that you’ve achieved a better-than-80-percent success rate on actually closing the door, boys blow right by you and start with this earth-shattering slamming business.
BOOM!!
It’s enough to set off seismic readings. As if the neighbors don’t despise you enough, now the entire geology faculty at nearby universities hates your family. We live close enough to the beach in Florida that I fully anticipate my boys will trigger a tsunami any day now. Probably when the ice cream truck is coming.
And don’t think this doorway violence is limited to the home… Car door slams are among the most painful experiences that parents of boys ever endure. You can literally hear the metal frame of your vehicle creaking and crying from an impact generally 78 times the necessary force required to pleasantly activate the door closing latch. The next sound after that is the tinkling of all those tiny blue squares and octagons of shattered glass as the window crumbles to the bottom of the car door.
“Why? Why must they slam it so hard?” you groan to yourself as you assume the “forehead on steering wheel” international position of defeat.
There is no answer. Just sit there and endeavor to emotionally recover with your car. In the face of such brutality, you must comfort and console one another if you have any hope for survival.
mine have gone from shutting the doors to just LEAVING THEM OPEN. And you KNOW I live in Florida like you do, and the mosquitoes LOVE to come inside. I almost think I would prefer the slamming to the door hanging open!!
I agree – slamming is the lesser of the two evils! It’s violent and unnerving, but at least the bugs are out and the cool air is in…
The last time mine slammed his door, it got taken off so all privacy from his little sister was lost. Problem solved.
oooh, very nice strategy. I shall consider implementing this on interior doors. Thanks! lol
The person who invented the automatic closing doors on a van must have had a few sons! Great invention!!!
Mine tried riding the automatic doors when we first got them. Not cool!!
Love it, love it! Agreeing with Kristen, mine do good just to get it shut most of the time. But I have noticed that my girls very rarely slam the doors, just boys…why is that?
Mostly, just glad to see a post again…was really missing this! Thanks!
Because girls are nice and boys are horrible. My final answer! lol
Also, just wondered if you CHOSE to have that ad for Nanawal sliding glass doors on the side of this blog post…if so, great advertisement! if not…that’s just too weird.
I think the ads are placed based on content or key words… I have nothing to do with what they put up there.
My youngest “shut” our van door and the window shattered. I drove around with a piece of cardboard in the window for weeks. It had a happy face on it with the caption “before children” and and screaming face with the caption “after children”. Loved those times.
Awesome
I’ve been waiting for one of my windows to shatter in the car, but still avoided it so far. (It will definitely happen next week now that I’ve said that) When they’re in a hurry to get inside or to the playground… Man. It literally just makes the entire car frame tremble. Such overkill!!
Kierren-jack my oldest has thing about slamming doors and swining on the doors and loads more stuff. Do you find that you have to say same thing over and over . And some times think oh just let be if they gets,
Meant get hurt they may just stop doing it at last. But I may think it but