My mother-in-law, like many of her generation..... no wait, like many sane people of ANY generation.... is kind of particular about having her doors locked. It's HUBBY AND ME who are the weird ones, rarely locking our doors.
At my mother-in-law's house, however, the key is under a trash can that sits on her carport. No burglar worth his salt would ever think to look there because it's so damn obvious.
When we first started going down to her house first thing in the morning, we would locate the key, fumble with the doors (because her storm door opens one way and the main door the other), fumble around with the lock (because it's a trick to get her key in the lock and turn it to open the door), and generally turn the relatively simple operation into a chaotic ordeal. Thereby spilling our coffee and sometimes stepping on Gus in the process.
We then decided that we just wouldn't lock the door at night. We figured if the worst happened and someone did enter Granny's house in the middle of the night, perhaps he might take sympathy on her and take her to the bathroom.
We don't dare TELL her we aren't locking the door, though. She can't see it from her spot on the sofa, so when we leave at night, we make a big deal about fiddling around with the lock so it sounds like we are locking it. When we get there in the morning we do the same thing, so it sounds like we're having trouble putting the key in the lock. If we just opened the door and walked right in, she might realize it wasn't locked in the first place.
I feel kind of guilty, but if we can do even little things to help preserve our sanity after almost NINE WEEKS of tending to Granny....
We just have to do what we have to do. Please don't judge us too harshly.