A taste of a Tuesday

"You have such an adventurous life!"

Said Renee over the phone today.

You wouldn't ever think that a stay at home Mama to just one baby girl could have such a statement about her life, but today, indeed was an adventure, to say the least.

I have thought about whether or not to write this story on the blog, but I have decided it is a great story and I would like to share it with you. . .  just please do not judge me too harshly!

It all begins with the garden.

I planted 20 cloves of garlic... should be ready to harvest in the Spring!  With Daniel!

My 2 spinach plants... don't know if they are going to make it or not...

Kale!

To back track, making the history part of this story a bit shortened, I have started locking the lock on the door knob itself on our back door, which leads to the garden and the backyard.  Normall, I simply lock the bolt in the door, but since our arrival back home, I have been locking both locks.  Even if you lock the door handle, you can still open the door. . . from the inside.

Beets!

There I was.  Having just put Tirzah down for her nap (important to note. . . meaning I have several hours...) and going to the garden to capture some pictures for the blog.

I shut the back door behind me and immediately I knew: I had forgotten to unlock the door handle.  I had locked myself out of the house.

I was locked outside and baby girl was inside.  Oh My GOSH!!!!

Well of course it began to rain at that exact moment.  The moment I am locked outside of my house with no coat on, with no phone or anything with which to help my situation, I am locked outside of my house!  Thankfully the door to the garage is open so I grab a key from inside our friend's car (we are keeping our friend's car for him during deployment...), pull up the lounge chair to in front of our kitchen window, stand upon the chair, and use the key to pry the screen off from the window.  With all my strength I muster a little laugh-filled prayer and push the window.  Not a budge.  It was hopeless.  That was the one window that I did not have that little twisted bolt at the bottom, protecting it from an outside entry. That window was my only hope!  So now what?!


I ran up to my neighbors house: thankfully both Axle and Melissa are home.  A MIRACLE that Axle was home on his lunch break: this was his last day to come home for lunch!!  I tell them the situation and Axle comes to help me budge the window open.  No such luck.  So we run back up to their house to use their computer to look up a lock smith and use their phone to call.  Emergency situation was the option I chose, to which the man said there was no one in the area and they could offer no services.  "My baby is locked inside!"

"Well Maam, then you need to call the cops."

Great.  Now I am going to be charged with child abuse!

Meanwhile, Axle is pacing back and forth and decides to call Melissa's parents, for her Dad is a repair man and would know: would it be cheaper to just break a window?  Or to have a locksmith AND the cops come?

We decide we need to break a window.


As we walk back to the house, Axle leading the way, hamer in hand, me in the middle, and beautiful Melissa with their baby all bundled in a blanket bringing up the rear, I mention that I had had my bedroom window open the past nights but just shut it, but maybe it would be worth a try to see if it was open?

Axle grabs the ladder from the garage and sets it up on the front porch steps. . . indeed it was off kilter to begin with.  So I stand on the back side to help steady it, and he crawls up upon our roof, and ARMY CRAWLS all the way across our slanted wet roof!  (at this point, I have NO idea what I would have done without him!)  I toss him the car key to pry off the screen.  The first shove, shows signs of no movement, but with a second shove

The window flies open!!!


Melissa, baby Elias and I are jumping and hugging one another in joy as Axle climbs through our bedroom window and waltzes out the front door with a huge smile on his face.  Joy of all joys!! He simply says that it is a good thing the window opened for he had no idea how he was to get off of the roof. . . perhaps roll into our front bushes?!  Praise the Lord!


I was giddy with excitement and resolved to first thing when Tirzah woke: go and make a copy of our house key to give to our neighbors!  If you are a stay at home Mama. . . do yourself a favor and go do that too!

I came and brewed myself a cup of tea and thought of all that I was thankful for in that crazy story:

* I did not panic or cry!
* Melissa and Axle were home!
* My window was open!
* The garage was open: to get to the car key and the ladder!
*  Tirzah had just gone down for a nap: we had several hours of time to work with, she wasn't awake (how AWFUL! that would have been!),
* That Tirzah is older and so even if she had awoken, she could have occupied herself in her crib for some moments! (and I would have really freaked if she was younger!)
*  I wasn't cooking anything and didn't have the stove on for hot water.

And Tirzah slept for 3 1/2 hours and still doesn't know a thing.  I wonder what she will say/do when I tell her that story when she is older?



And so the adventure of a day continued. . . making meusli cookies to enjoy with our afternoon tea, and vacuuming.  Yes indeed, any mundane chore can always become an adventure if you simply look at it in a different way