I do not believe my week can get much better than this!

I awoke this morning late with my alarm blaring.  A good 20 minutes late in fact. I am a light sleeper so for my alarm to be roaring some song for 20 minutes is a shock in itself and just a taste of how my morning was going to go.  I jumped out of bed and ran for Megans room since she gets up first and is now late getting in the shower.  This is not good if you know my daughter at all.  A minute late means missing the bus for Megan.  She is a snail with long hair and skinny jeans.

As I run past the kitchen I see a note that she has wet jeans in the washer that she decided to throw in last minute last night before bed and they need to go in the dryer.  I sigh because everything is always last minute with Megan and this is not unusual to see a note about wet clothes and turning on the dryer in the morning.  BUT we are 20 minutes behind and that is 20 minutes those jeans do not have. 

I run and kick her out of bed and make a mad dash downstairs to the dryer.  This now has me about 30 minutes behind myself.  I run back up and into my bathroom and start to get ready only to hear BANG BANG BANG.  My eye squints in anger and think that surely this cannot be an early daycare arrival THIS early!  I run to the window and look for a car...........nothing.  Back in I go and I hear BANG again.  Thinking it is probably Megan dropping the shampoo, I begin to head in the shower myself.  BANG!!!!!!!!!!  Ok...now I know this is not just me hearing things. I throw on something and go check on Megan and ask if she is ok.  Her comment........

"NO! I am not ok.  The bathroom door is stuck!  I told Dad it was having a problem but he didn't fix it and now I cannot open it!"

You see we have about the cheapest doorhandles the builder could find put on this house when they built it.  This is not the first time having this issue but usually it is a closet door where you can pry it open.  This is the first time someone got stuck in a room and couldn't turn the handle. 

I grasp the handle and tug.  Nothing.  I try the other way.  Nothing.  I push and turn in some odd hope it would work. Nothing.  Then I bust up laughing.  I know Megan does not find this funny and neither should I but after the week I had, this is just about the cherry to my cake!  It is more a laugh of disbelief but laugh I do. 

I run and grab a hammer and some screw drivers and rush back.  I am able to push the hammer and a screw driver under the door and tell her to work on the hinges while I am on the outside working on the handle.  Neither is budging. 

I call Todd at work and after a few comments about how the saying 'why put off till tomorrow what you can do today' should become his new study in life, I ask for directions on how to get the handle off the door!!!  Here is the next funny part...........it is on backwards.  The screws are INSIDE! 

I bust up laughing again.  This seriously cannot be happening!  I imagine what I would have done and how firefighters would now be in my house had it been Delaney behind that door!  WHAT else can go wrong??!

Well let me tell you what else can go wrong.  Nothing is moving. The screws are tights.  The hinges won't budge.  It takes us forever to get the handle off. I can now see the "tongue" of the door handle in the opening. ( I will call it a tongue for lack of a better handyman term but you should get the general idea that I am referring to the little thing that slides in and out of the jam.)  I think we are almost done.  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH NO!  It is jammed inside the door jam and will not move.  I push. I pry. I jam screw drivers in and say some words that are not very nice especially in my jammies at 6 in the morning in front of my daugher!  I am able to pry it off with some pliers.  Thinking that is the end?  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH NO!  It breaks off into the door jam.  That door is not going anywhere!

Megan goes back to banging hinges while I giggle some insane laugh, wake Ryan to help and thinking if I should call 911.  Ryan comes up, looks at the door, announces it is stuck and he is going back to bed!  He is tired, cant do anything and we are keeping him awake!  He is so spreading the brotherly love.

Finally.  30 minutes later Megan gets the hinges off the door and we pry the door from the frame.

I would love to say that this is the end of my crazy morning but early arrivals for work, not getting a shower, rushing to wake Delaney who is now 30 minutes behind herself, eating breakfast running out the door and my dog pooping in the house cause no one took her out in the craziness....just about topped it off.

I do not believe my week can get much better than dog poop, late alarms, 911 and Megan stuck in the bathroom with no way out!!  Nope.  Just do not think so...................