Behind locked doors.

So Max woke up this morning in this awful mood! I didn't get in till around twelve last night because I went to hang out with a friend last night around 9ish. Anyway, so I got in and went to bed knowing that I would probably be up around 6:30am.
So 5'oclock comes around and Max decided it was time to be up. He is in his big boy bed so he can just get up. Now he is pretty funny when he wants me up he will stand at the foot of my bed and cry (if he is upset) or just repetitiously say "mommy, mommy, mommy ah" ( I don't know just some funny quirk). Well this morning around 5 was the mommy repetitiously which was fine. I got up and looked at the clock and coaxed him back to bed ( the neighbor dog woke him up). So around 6:15 he woke up angry. I guess that he remembered that he did not want to be sleeping, so he started with the crying, and yelling "door" which in Max's world means " Get up and open the door so I can either go play or destroy something because I am mad :) "
SO I get up and make our beds and open the door, to which he responds by slamming it shut looking at me and saying door. So I open it again. Again it is slammed shut. I figured he was angry because I am just not fast enough or something so I try to distract him and get him changed and then I open the door again. He slams it shut and yells DOOR!
Well, by this point I will admit I was pretty angry. I brought him out of his room sat him at his table and asked what he would like for breakfast. He responds by yelling door. So I poured juice and asked again. still DOOR. Now everyone is up because Max isn't the quietest of people when he isn't getting what he wants. So I start making my tea giving him some time to cool off (which usually works). By the time I am finished I find him back in his room slamming the door and yelling door. (By this point he had figured out how to open the door so he can slam it again. That is new he never knew how to open doors before today)
So I ask him again if he wants breakfast to which of course he responds "DOOR!" and slams it in my face. So I went out on the porch thinking that I will give him five minutes in his room or so and maybe he will have cooled down. I didn't even give him 5 it was more like 2 1/2 because where I was sitting I could see down the hall and noticed he wasn't opening the door anymore.
So I get up and walk back to our bedroom and try to open the door. It was locked. Max is on the other end of the door screaming MOMMY DOOR! and what do I do ... sure what any Mother of a terrible two Toddler would do.. . freak out right?? Nope ... I start hysterically laughing and looking in the drawer in the kitchen for the key.
Only now do I start freaking out when I realized that there is no key anymore b/c it somehow got misplaced. We found that out when my brother locked himself out of his room, he no longer has a door handle (solved that problem). So I am cussing because Mom is looking for a screw driver to take off the handle. Meanwhile I am at the other side of the door telling Max to calm down Mommy is going to take the handle off and open the door.
Finally we get a screwdriver that isn't too big and Nonni starts to fiddle with the screws. I think the both of us had the "Ah Ha" moment at the same time. Sure we can take the handle off but the means the handle on the other side is going to fall right down. Great that is all I need a screaming kid with a door knob shaped bruise! (Gives a whole new meaning to I'll give you something to cry about ) Anyway, we just did it slowly while I talked to Max, and waited till you could feel that his hand was on the doorknob.
Well he is totally angry at this point and gets even more angry when the door knob in his hand starts sliding out! Well to make it all the more interesting. He tilted it just right while pulling it through the locking mechanism to snap it right in half. So off to Home Depot® they go to get a door knob for my room (without a lock) while I sit here wondering how am I going to get this child to sleep for his nap when the door just swings open at a touch .... hmmm

Sometimes things are just so frustrating. I don't understand why things always seem to get harder just when you think that things are going okay. I have been in school now for almost three months and I am really excited about it. I have (so far) maintained a 4.0, I have made some really great friends, and just feel more accomplished and happier overall. So of course something must happen in order to knock me down a peg or two!
I don't know maybe I am a little manic deppressive (at least that is the way I tend tobe dealing with all of this). So The "baby-daddy" hasn't been answering my phone calls for 3 weeks. Ever since I found out that he was being laid off from his job. I don't think that I am a cruel heartless person but because he is ignoring me I have felt as if i am being patronized and treated with no respect. now I am sorry but at this point in between the two of us I think I deserve a lot of respect. Sure I haven't done this all on my own I have had help, and I try to keep him as involved as possible being so far away. i don't even freak out over all of the small things. I feel like I am a pretty compassionate understanding person in all of this. yet he stops answering my phone calls just when things start getting rough. As it stands I have one or two weeks of daycare payments left in my bank account. I can't get a job until January because I go to school too many days a week and have a lot of homework.
So I finally talked to him and found out that he was simply embarrassed to answer the phone. I guess I understand that to an extent but what the hell. It isn't like I am going to barrade him b/c he got laid off I know it wasn't his fault. Geez.... when will it all jsut go to normal.