I decided that I would color code them to each door and then write on them which key goes to the top and which one goes to the bottom lock. The "ones" are for each dead bolt and the each key batch is color coded...
So....I have one color for the front door which are numbered to tell me which one goes to the deadbolt (#1) and which one is for the bottom lock (#2) and in the case of the front door, the screen door will have a #3.
Now...the tricky part is remembering which color goes to which door. (I may have to put the color code on the wall in the garage...so sad ;-/ )
I would like it so much better if each key could be a different color....but even though they would be prettier, I still wouldn't know which one went to what door.
I painted the keys with nail polish and then coated them with a clear silicone spray...hopefully they won't chip.
A funny story to add to this post would be the one last fall...which didn't seem so funny at the time. We were leaving at 4am in the morning to go to the airport and head to Disney World. We had the van loaded and were making sure we didn't forget anything and I was getting ready to shut the door and asked my husband if I should lock the door. (on a daily basis we don't lock the inside door to the house) I felt it would make our home more secure. My husband said, "no, It will be fine. If they are going to kick down the outside door, they will just kick in that one too, so don't worry about it" . I looked at him concerned....the wheels just a cranking inside my head and going through the whole scenario of someone breaking in and that it would be harder for them if the door was locked....right? So I looked at him and said..."I would feel better if it was locked." To which he replied, "fine, lock it." (why did I ask him in the first place if I wasn't going to listen to him???)
As soon as I locked it and pulled it shut behind me, he said..."do you have your keys to get in?" The horror must have flashed across my face as it registered and I said sheepishly...."no". He looked so disgusted with me and I felt horrible as he told me, "well there is nothing we can do about it now, we'll worry about that when we get home".....which was about 10:30pm the next week when we returned home and he had to tear off the molding around the door and use the sawsall to cut through the lock and get us into the house. And this ladies is why you should listen to your husbands...
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