As I mentioned on Thrusday, my friend W, who will move away in such a short amount of time :(, got locked in our downstairs bathroom. This is how it went down.
W and I went to get our tonails painted earlier in the afternoon (I couldn't go off to vacation with bare toes!), run a few little errands and then I decided since we were right there at KFC it would be a nice surprise for the boys for dinner. W offered to stay and eat with us and give me a hand with the boys--Stan was still gone--and then we made plans to watch a few episodes of One Tree Hill (I got her hooked and although I've seen every episde, that drama just sucks you right in. And I really like making fun of Brooke with her raspy voice and extreme self centeredness.)
So as soon as we finished dinner it was time for the boys to go to bed. Kirby and Bennett are so great at getting on their pajamas all on their own, so while they did that I got Judah ready for bed. As I was changing J and such Bennett came in telling me something, but all I saw was that he came upstairs with crayons when he was supposed to be telling W goodnight and getting in bed and waiting for story time and hugs and kisses. I ignored what he was saying, told him to go put the crayons away and come right back up to get in bed. But as I turn off Judah's light I hear a little commotion downstairs.
The boys were hanging around the bathroom door. Strange...
Then I hear W and her explination. Because I'm a really good friend, I busted out laughing. That's how much I care. She had been in there about 10 minutes already, had sent Bennett upstairs to tell me what was going on (ooohhh, that was what he was saying that I completely ignored) and then just waited patiently, talking to the boys so as not to scare them (I'm telling you, she's good like that). As we fiddled with the knobs on each side we quickly found out this was not a problem easily solved. Especially when I turned just a little too hard and my side came off in my hand. I learned quickly that when your friend is trapped in the dungeon like bathroom at your house and she hears you say 'oh, that's not good', she may freak out just a bit. No not really, she wasn't freaking out. That much.
I ushered the boys up to bed and gave our friend G a call. Men know how to handle these things. Especially one who has had this almost exact same experience not a year before. I called him all prepared to explain this very serious situation but when I started I could hardly get the words out for laughing so hard. It could not be said with a straight face. Because he knows us well enough, he knew he better come over quickly. Mostly because we couldn't stop laughing and would get nothing acomplished. Also because I couldn't leave the boys to get a locksmith.
So G came over. And checked out the situation. I just retired to the stairs to take pictures. Like I said, I'm a good friend like that.
He tried several things which basically boiled down to taking the door knob apart peice by piece. But he was having touble with the tools available to him. So after a good effert, he decided a locksmith would be the most timely solution. She has already been stuck in there a good 45-50 minutes.
While G was out finding a locksmith, W started to run low on oxygen. That may be the only explanation for what followed. This video is just a glimps of this time.
You will want to turn this up to hear her, but it will make me quite loud. There were times I couldn't tell if she was still singinig or talking to the voices in her head.
Finally the locksmith made it. He started out doing all the same things G had done. They still didn't work.
So he got busy prying out parts of the door know, piece by piece.
We were almost there! She could at least see through the door!
And a hour and a half later...she was FREE!
This chinese man thought we were CRAZY taking pictures and laughing like insane people. G was probably close to that as well, but he's used to us. Needless to say, OTH was not watched cause it was now bedtime, for me at least. But as one of our recently-moved-home teammates used to say 'We're making Christmas memories'.
W, I'm sorry you got trapped in our dungeon for so long. I'm sorry my plan to keep you here did not work. But most of all I'm sorry that Bennett was slightly traumatized by all this and this afternoon while I was showering in the upstairs bathroom he refused to go potty in the downstairs bathroom and therefore had quite a messy accident. His first since wearing big boy underwear.
But there were some lessons learned that night:
-Always take your phone with you into the bathroom. If you are home alone, or the only adult home, you will be glad you have it when your cheap chinese door know breaks with you stuck in there.
-Food rations and drinking water may or may not be a good idea as well.
-Reading materials are helpful. Even for those who don't neccesarily need them while doing their business.
The End.
