the week of 6/6/06!
In a nutshell-this is then end to my week of running out of gasoline in Hannah's van twice, but coasting for over a mile to just barely reach the pump (yup, TWICE!) Finding out that Front Range screwed me for the millionth time. Falling off of my bike while trying to learn to ride with my feet clipped in twice-each leg is scraped and bruised (good thing I don't have a digital camera, or you'd see pics-I get proud of boo-boo's like that!).
Sooo. This last Friday at six-thirty AM, Hannah and I were getting ready to meet our friends at the Denver Zoo. I got Hannah ready, then layed her in her bed to watch 'Friends', and told her that I was going to take a shower and get myself together. I took a bath and started to do my hair when I decided to go check on the Hanucha Banucha...only to find out that my door was jammed and I COULD not get it open.
First thing I did was check outside to see if Diane's car was in the back, meaning she could save me. It was indeed...BUT I could hear our creepy "peeping-tom" neighbor in his yard, and didn't want to call out and have him be my Bathroom Hero. I attempted to get the screen off, but it had to be done from the other side.
At this point Hannah started to yell at me, and I screamed back at her (over the T.V. volume) , "I am stuck in the bathroom...just be patient. I will be ok." I can hear her laugh and continue to zone into 'Friends'. At this point, I decided to watch out the window for Diane, so she didn't leave the house and finish getting ready.
Completely panicked after sitting for five minutes, or eternity as it felt, I paced around the bathroom thinking of all the things that could be wrong with Hannah. Imagining her falling off her bed and on the floor, or even worse not breathing while I am stuck...I screamed "DI---ANE"! She came to my rescue and opened the screen from her side of the window-laughing...stories like this are only funny after the fact.
Sooo. This last Friday at six-thirty AM, Hannah and I were getting ready to meet our friends at the Denver Zoo. I got Hannah ready, then layed her in her bed to watch 'Friends', and told her that I was going to take a shower and get myself together. I took a bath and started to do my hair when I decided to go check on the Hanucha Banucha...only to find out that my door was jammed and I COULD not get it open.
First thing I did was check outside to see if Diane's car was in the back, meaning she could save me. It was indeed...BUT I could hear our creepy "peeping-tom" neighbor in his yard, and didn't want to call out and have him be my Bathroom Hero. I attempted to get the screen off, but it had to be done from the other side.
At this point Hannah started to yell at me, and I screamed back at her (over the T.V. volume) , "I am stuck in the bathroom...just be patient. I will be ok." I can hear her laugh and continue to zone into 'Friends'. At this point, I decided to watch out the window for Diane, so she didn't leave the house and finish getting ready.
Completely panicked after sitting for five minutes, or eternity as it felt, I paced around the bathroom thinking of all the things that could be wrong with Hannah. Imagining her falling off her bed and on the floor, or even worse not breathing while I am stuck...I screamed "DI---ANE"! She came to my rescue and opened the screen from her side of the window-laughing...stories like this are only funny after the fact.
posted by Becki @ 1:25 PM
4 Comments:
At 11:20 PM ,
: the art of living : said...
Ooh, girl- so glad to hear that you were rescued! Imagine if Diane wasn't home. Is fixing the door on your to do list now? What a scary feeling. We have 2 doors in our bathroom and one jams making it hard to open from the inside when you want to get out, and even that makes me a big claustrophobic-- and that's totally knowing that I have the other door I can exit from.
At 12:54 AM ,
kelli said...
Isn't there a door in that bathroom that leads to the other bathroom? Pretty sure you would have thought of that if that were the case, but I swear there was a window or french door-type opening where Hannah's shelf sits in front of if I remember right. In any event, I'm glad you're ok. 6-6-06 is more freaky than Friday the 13th!
At 4:09 PM ,
Becki said...
yeah, there is a door but it opens TOWARD the bathtub in my bathroom!! That is the three inch opening that I was yelling at Hannah through...
At 4:44 PM ,
: the art of living : said...
How was your wa-cation?
Buco de Beppo was fun. Walking through the kitchen made me feel a bit awkward for some strange psychological reason I have yet to decipher, but other than that it was neat we stumbled upon the place. I didn't put it together until we were inside that, "Hey- this is the place Becki said I'd like!" It was serendipity that we decided to even go in there- we had walked by 20 different restaurants that day.
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