Laura's involved in a Joy School where the moms take turns hosting and being the teacher. The past three weeks have been here at our home and this morning was a crazy preschool morning! The 3 other little girls arrived about 9:30 and we went up to our little playroom and got started; Eden hangs out with us and bebops around. So we started by singing some songs, reading a few stories, and talking about how we're all unique and special. After about 20 minutes Eden got a little bored and walked out of the room and shut the door behind her, which is typical so i didn't think much of it. But about 10 minutes later i realized i hadn't heard her for awhile. So I got the girls singing another song and went to check on her. Except that the door was locked!The previous owners had turned the two little bedroom locks around so they could lock their kids doors, and we hadn't changed them yet. Uhoh! I yelled for Eden for a few minutes and kept the girls singing songs, trying to make sure no one panicked. Eden came back up, giggled, and tried to unlock it, but apparently it's a little trickier to twist it the opposite way to make it unlock. So I declared free time play (luckily we were in the play room) and dug through the toys to try and find something the right size to poke in the little knob hole. My first option, a pipe cleaner flower, failed. But my second, the inside inkcase of a pen, seemed more promising. Except it kept bending and wasn't quite strong enough to push in the little release lever! Faintly in the distance I hear my cell phone ringing...so I yell to Eden to go get Mommy's phone, wherever it is! She scampers away down the stairs and I can hear her jabbering, but she won't bring me my phone. Hmmm.
About this point I remember that I have my laptop, with wireless internet. Hurray for technology! I had no idea what Brent was doing at work, whether he was in his office or in a meeting but it was my best shot. My sisters and I also frequently IM but none of them were online, but maybe one of them would be soon so they could call my husband. Anyway, I sent Brent a very bold email. I think the title was: HELPPP!!! I'M SERIOUS READ THIS NOW!!!! i was just about to start using toys to try and get the pins out of the door hinges when Isabelle declares she has to go peepee. So i head back to my computer and resend the email to brent, and when it sends me back to my email a blessed rescue message was waiting from my knight in shining armor: He's on his way. He had been meetings most of the morning and had just stopped by to get a few things off his computer for his next two hour meeting. Thank you, small miracles. Ten minutes later Brent comes home to find Eden on my bed reading a book, and five happy girls cheering for our hero.
So considering we were stuck in there for about a half an hour we all stayed very calm and I'm sure I would have gotten us out of there eventually, right? But I'm glad i didn't have to resort to climbing out the two story high window, and that no one ended up with wet pants. I happily handed over the preschool materials to the next week's teacher. I hope she has a less exciting time:)
Innocent Mischief Maker
2 comments:
Oh my gosh Abby! What a great story! I loved it! My friend told me about a time when she and her 2 yr old accidentally got locked in her closet and she had dinner cooking on the stove for the missionaries. Dinner ended up expolding all over the kitchen because she couldn't get to it and they had to wait until her husband got home from work and realized they were stuck since they had no phone or laptop! Good thing you were in the playroom!
That's a wooper! Wus Wilson's were in a hotel for the night. Alex was about 4yrs old, and he decided to see what the elevator was like...by himself. Panic attack! However...we found him. Thanks for the story, Abbydabby.
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