Prisoner in my own home

Last night I stayed up into the Wee Hours of the morning finishing up Glitz Season 3 ("But Lyndsay, you are finishing up Glitz every day!" And yes, I am still finishing up Glitz tonight. But it's the last night—I swear.) Anyhoo, Wee Hours. Finn decided, yet again, to sleep ONLY in the Big Bed with Dad. He also decided to go to bed at 11:30pm (what kind of parents ARE we?!). And to top it off, Wes had to lock Finn in our bedroom so that he wouldn't try to escape and come bang on my keyboard while I was trying to work. So Wes essentially locked himself and Finn into the bedroom for the night...without my knowledge. Yeah, well, that means I was locked OUT. And no amount of not-too-quiet and not-to-loud knocking and calling would do anything about the situation. So I had to sleep in my guest room!! It's a good thing I am such a good hostess that I have extra new toothbrushes, floss, and toothpaste in my guest bathroom. Alas, my contacts had to go straight into the trash. It is HOT in our guest room this time of year. So I felt sorry for myself a little bit for being generally warm and without my favorite Pillow (yes, Pillow is his name...and yes, I guess Pillow is a "him," even though he's a "him" in that generic way that my panda bear growing up was a "him" because he couldn't quite be a "her"). So after 30 minutes of self-pity and aloneness on a strange pillow, I drifted off to sleep, only to be FRIGHTENED awake by Wes at 4:30 am. He was wondering why I didn't knock to get into the room. !! News flash, I am married to, and apparently bear, Very Sound Sleepers. They are in there as I type, all snuggly and asleep. I made sure to rig the door tonight.