So this morning started off like every other morning: feeding the monster and going back to bed until 8 am. I got up, had my breakfast and checked on him-- still passed out. So I decided to use this quiet time to take a quick shower. Not wanting the noise of the shower to wake the baby, I closed the door to the bathroom.
Now I need to explain a recent house project of mine: We we a mix of original door knobs and replacement door knobs on our second floor. Some are 90 years old and tarnished while some are a sparkling brass. I hate both. So as we paint each room, I have been removing the hardware and spraying them oil rubbed bronze. They look quite nice.
The most recent room we painted was the bathroom ( I promise to share soon, it's not quite ready for it's close up yet ;) and I had repainted the knob. Unfortunately, in the painting process I lost a little pin that makes the latch move when you turn the knob.
...are you seeing where I am going with this?
I get out of the shower and go to open the door.
and it won't open.
(Mom.. look away)
I am locked in the bathroom.
For some reason, I brought my phone into the bathroom with me (something I almost never do) and thank GOD I did. I called JEGs to explain my situation to him. He suggested trying to put something in the whole where the pin went to get the latch to open. I broke a Q-tip in half and jammed it in, but it didn't work. Next was take the door off the hinges. I got all the pins out of the hinges, but I wasn't strong enough to actually pull the door off. Then he says to call our next-door neighbor Amy and see if she can come over and let me out, but I pointed out the front door is locked.
JEGs sighs and says "... I'm on my way home."
I was doing really well finding the humor in the situation until the I heard something over the baby monitor (which I also brought into the bathroom... I really don't usually have that many electronic with me, swears).
Now I am a mother desperate to soothe her crying baby and I go at the door like motha effin' HULK himself. I started pulling at every corner I could. I yanked the towel bar off. I may or may not have kicked the door. I calm myself down and think that JEGs is only 30 minutes away and Hunter will be ok for that time.
Then JEGs calls to tell me he is at a stand still on a highway. FML.
I decided to try my Q-tip contraption again to no avail. Finally, I just started twisting the knob and jiggling it, till I saw the latch move a little. I got it to move enough so I could jam another Q-tip in and pushed it open.
As I yanked the door open, I forgot that I had taken it off the hinges.
The door came crashing down on me.
I caught it before I completely smashed my head into the tub, propped it up against the wall and ran to my screaming child.
Looking back, I am so glad I randomly brought my phone into the bathroom with me. If I hadn't, I probably would have had to yell out the bathroom window for help...and that just would have been embarrassing.
New house rule: Never close the bathroom door if you are home alone. That, and always keep a screw driver in the bathroom- just in case of an emergency.
Always & Forever,