Well, my Monday is off to a shaky start.
At 7:45 I was sitting on the couch with Evan and I hear Elena stirring in her room. I jump up to get dressed and wash my face, before I "let loose" the two-year old from her room (she has a child-safety thing on her door knob which prevents her from getting out on her own).
A few minutes later, I'm just about ready, but I decide to use the bathroom. We have a "toilet-room" within the master bathroom. I swing the door shut out of habit; it's not latched, just mostly closed. As I flush I hear Evan, who had wandered into the bathroom, pull out the bottom drawer on my vanity which is right next to the door to the toilet-room. This is bad, very very bad!
The drawer is now blocking the toilet door from opening!
I try and squeeze my hand out the one inch opening, but can't get the angle I need to slide the drawer back in. So now I'm looking through the trash and the cabinets above the toilet, trying to spot anything that would fit through the opening, the whole time thinking, "What Would MacGyver Do?"
I won't go into everything I tried with no success, but at about 9:00 I realized that I needed to try and bust down the door. The problem is, Evan is now by the door, so I have to wait for him to get bored with playing in the cotton balls.
Finally, at about 9:15 he crawls off. So here I go, body slamming the door. I have to say, the movies make it look a lot easier than it is. After multiple attempts going shoulder first and giving it karate-style kicks...nothing. The only thing I've accomplished is knocking the drawer off the gliders. ARGH!
Elena is now beside herself; screaming and attempting to kick her door down in solidarity.
Over the next 30 minutes I prayed, regretted not having my phone on me, tried repeatedly to knock down the door, wished Elena didn't have the child-proof door knob on her door, wondered when Ben would start to worry after not hearing from me, and then...I had an epiphany!
It finally occurred to me to take the heavy lid off the toilet tank and use it to beat down the door. So, after just a minute of destroying our toilet door. I crawled out! FREEDOM!!!
The next thirty minutes were spent picking the lock on Elena's door (she had locked it at some point during her fit), cleaning pee off of her floor, and feeding Evan (now starving), the whole while thanking God for protecting everyone but the door from harm during those two hours!
It's now 11:30 and I'm exhausted! Happy Monday!
The Problem
(Goodness, I want to paint those cabinets!)
The Solution
The view from inside the little toilet room
The Aftermath
I think we're in the market for a new door
17 comments:
This certainly confirms what I already knew: “Amy is not a girl to be trifled with.” Good job keeping it together and figuring out an escape. I think I’ll make a run-through of our house looking for potential inadvertent door jams before your next visit to Katy.
that is such a crazy story! i'm so impressed with you girl! maybe you should replace that door with those swinging "western saloon" looking doors! :)
Wow, and I thought I had a busy/cruddy morning by having to drive over to Stone Oak to go to Inara's Pediatrician then the lab to have her blood work done. Nope, you win hands down! Good job keeping your head about you though!
wow, craziness!!! I'm glad you busted out!
Wow! I don't think I would of thought of using the toilet lid. That was smart! You're a trooper :-) I'm sure you'll flip the new door and have the handle on the left!
That is the BEST story- I was laughing SO hard the entire time I was reading it!!
That was way too funny! I hope you are laughing about it now. It's great to rtie all of these stories down...the things we have to do as moms!
Forget "What would MacGyver do?" I say, "What would Amy do?" YOU ARE AWESOME!!!!! Praise the Lord that nothing happened in your house that needed you. God is good...and so are YOU!
That was really funny...not to be funny at all!!! I, too, am amazed that you survived intact, and were able to figure out how to handle it.
I'm impressed!
Gran
Wow! I just about died laughing right now, especially when I saw the expression on Nate's face. I know it wasn't funny at the time, but you'll be glad for the pictures later (or so they tell me). Love you and miss you! Your card is on its way!
~lizzy
oh my soul!!! your are amazing.
I don't know if I am crying because of knowing the how scared you must have been or because I am laughing so hard because I thought I was the only one that goes through things like this LOL!!!!!!!
One thing I do know, is you are one smart woman!!!
Sure am glad Kathy had me read this today :-)
You know the more I have been thinking about your Manic Monday, the more I think I have the perfect answer... Take the door off its hinges and hang up a curtain!
Have a GREAT Day... love your blog
Jeanette
Way to have a sense of humor! I can't believe you were ready to post about this the very next day :O) You're amazing!
Amy, I heard about this story today and had to come read it myself! So sorry you had to go through that, but way impressed with your solution!
Okay, I would have been crying and worried sick. Good thinking and staying calm. If I am ever in this situation, I will remember the toilet lid!
OK, I was shocked when I first heard the story. My first thought -- was Amy traumatized. Now I see...the door is traumatized. Then it got really funny with Elena attacking her door in unison and locking herself in for good measure.
Amy smashed her way out. Elena (feels like) she kicked her way. Evan enjoyed eating all the crumbs on the floor from his birthday. Grandad Mace - he's still traumatized.
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