** Warning, this is a long little story. Give yourself a pat on the back if you make it all the way through!
This fall when we were at the Tree House for vacation, there is a bathroom off the bedroom that my husband and I were staying in. The door to the bathroom is a beautiful, very thick, solid wood door with a beautiful knob and lock. The bathroom has a very small window that looks out over the deck and hot tub on the side of the house. We were in a severe drought and so trying to conserve water no one showered everyday.
When I could no longer stand the smell of myself I decided I would quickly shower while everyone had gone down to the river. I threw my clothes on the bed and grabbed a towel. As I went in the bathroom I shut the door behind me. I thought that was a little silly of me as there was no one in the house and I had also shut the bedroom door. After a quick cold shower I grabbed the towel and went to go get dressed.
I couldn’t open the door!
I tried and tried but it was stuck! Stuck HARD! I did everything you could possibly think of. For OVER 20 minutes I was stuck trying to open it. I opened the little window and was yelling, trying to get someones attention down at the river but they were too far away!
I was thinking of taking a nap on the floor until they came back later in the day from the river when out of the corner of my eye I caught site of Shawn, a friend of ours who had come with us on the trip. I cranked the old window handle open and started screaming out the window to him!
“Shawn! Shawn, up here!”
He cranks his neck in my direction, looks around and starts walking towards the river.
“Shawn, I am locked in the bathroom! HELP ME!” I yell.
He turns around and finally sees me. Laughing he walks up to the house. At this point I realize I have about 30 seconds to figure out what to do because all I have is a towel. Thankfully my husband never picks up his clothing off the floor in the bathroom, and I find a smelly t-shirt and a pair of underwear. I choose the t-shirt, and frantically put it on.
Shawn has trouble getting the door open, it was really stuck! Laughing, I am finally free, and he promises not to tell anyone what an idiot I am, in turn I have to make him a batch of Neiman Marcus Chocolate Chip Cookies.
Fast Forward a few months later when we go back to the Tree Top.
Paul and I are staying in the same room. There are 3 bedrooms on the first floor and each one has a baby that is staying in the room. Each night we get the bigger kids in bed upstairs, the babies asleep in the rooms and the adults sit in the living room watching TV, playing on the computer, looking at Pinterest and reading The Bloggess.
My sister Anna, my SIL Tonia and I are sitting together on the couch, looking at recipes and gossiping about the Kardashians when I keep thinking I hear Anna’s baby crying. He has been whiny (did I say that?!) all day and he had a hard time going to sleep, so I was thinking he had woken back up. A while later, I think I hear him again, and finally suggest because I am the big sister by 10 years, that “that kid is not going to sleep” and maybe she should just go get him.
A second later, Anna comes running out from the hall carrying my 6 year old, who is COMPLETELY hysterical and red faced! She had been locked in the same bathroom as I was for a LONG time! It was her that I had heard crying off and on! I felt so horrible for her, she was so scared!
She sat on my lap for a while and we got her a drink of water. I told her the story of when I was stuck in there, and she was doing better. I noticed she smelled really good, she also had some stuff on her shirt? As I picked her up to take her to bed she pulls out a small trial size Dove deodorant from her pocket.
“I put on your stuff” she tells me.
“I noticed you smelled good!” I tell her.
I put her to bed and she falls right to sleep. The next day we are packing to go home and in between yelling at kids to get moving and tossing stuff into bags, I start making sure my 6 year old is packed. In the pockets and on the floor next to the jeans she had been wearing the night before I notice some of my makeup.
Then I start looking around and begin pulling out all of my things that were in the bathroom out of her pockets!
While I was locked in, all I thought about doing was taking a nap! The 6 year old apparently decided to shop lift my make up, deodorant, floss… and what in the world was she going to do with 3 tampons???!!!
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