Stuck In My Bedroom
"Babe?"
There was no answer when I first called for my husband. Feeling a little concerned, since I thought I heard the front door open and close, I tried again, this time much louder. If he left the house, my current situation could be disastrous.
"BABE?!"
I yelled through our bedroom door. I was beginning to feel somewhat panicky, but trying to remain calm. While I waited for his reply, I could hear the boys playing joyfully in their room across the hall. They're always so happy in the morning, talking and playing as soon as they wake up. We often have to remind them to get dressed for the day and make up their beds, so they can continue playing.
"Boys?"
"Yah mommy?"
"Yah mommy?"
"Go get your daddy."
"Okay Mommy."
"Okay Mommy."
I heard them both run gleefully down the hall to find their daddy while yelling, "DADDY, MOMMY WANTS YOU." "DADDY, MOMMY WANTS YOU."
I waited with my hands and right ear pressed against the door. Thankfully I could hear my husband walking towards our bedroom.
"Yah Babe?"
"I'm stuck."
"What do you mean your stuck?" he said, as he tried the doorknob from his side of the door. "Unlock the door."
"I didn't lock it."
That's when I heard my little one say, "Mom you're going to be stuck in there forever."
"Don't worry Babe, we'll slide you some food under the door."
"Thanks."
My oldest son, the problem solver said, "let's break open the wall."
I had shut the bedroom door, like I have done many mornings before to do my yoga practice uninterrupted. For me, yoga is one of those few moments of peace and quiet in my day that I have all to myself. As I was coming to the end of my much needed practice, getting ready to lie down in savasana, I heard my husband try the doorknob and then stop. When I first heard him grab the doorknob, I felt myself getting tense all over again. I didn't want to be interrupted. When I heard him stop, a wave of relief came over me. All I needed was five more minutes to myself. Then he could come get whatever he may have needed.
My morning yoga routine is one that I have not been doing very consistently lately. I have gotten out of the habit of it and am trying to get back into it. Doing yoga each and every morning helps me to feel centered and gives me strength to tackle all the day has in store for me. This Saturday morning was the first morning in over a week that I had even attempted to practice yoga. I needed it so badly. I could feel that both my body and mind were bogged down with stress.
After I was finished with my yoga practice, I rolled my yoga mat up, put it away, then put my socks and walking shoes on. That's when I attempted to leave the bedroom to take our high energy puppy out for a short walk before cooking breakfast for the family and found that when I turned the doorknob to the left, it turned, but there was no sound of the door releasing from the doorjam. Then I tried turning the doorknob to the right, which didn't work either. I took a deep breath and started calling for my husband.
Which is how we ended up in the present situation of my oldest son contemplating breaking open the wall.
When it was apparent that the doorknob was not going to release the door open, I heard my husband leave again, while the boys stayed and talked to me through the door. He must have come back with my pink flowered screwdriver, because I heard my little one yell, "Hey! That's mommy's tool. Mommy's tools are better than your tools."
The next thing I heard was some jostling with the doorknob and then my oldest say, "Aw...he's taking off the doorknob mom."
Moments later I was able to pull the knob off on my side of the door when it was loose enough. Then I watched as pieces of the doorknob mechanism began flying out of the hole where the doorknob had just been. I was surprised to see that the mechanism inside was plastic not metal. Our house was built in 1958. I'm pretty sure that was the original doorknob and after nearly 60 years of use, it had finally broken, with me trapped inside.
Once I was free from being locked in my bedroom, I saw the humor in how absurd it was. It's funny how things, happen that way. Due to being trapped in my bedroom and having to be rescued by my knight and little knights in shining armor, I was unable to take our puppy for a walk that morning, since we were on a time crunch having to get to my oldest son's soccer game. Instead my husband and I took her for a bike ride that evening.
It makes me wonder though, was I being looked out for that morning. If I was able to go walk the puppy would something bad have happened to us? I truly believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe I just needed a few extra minutes by myself. Maybe I needed to see how my boys and my husband will always be there to rescue and take care of me. Or maybe I just needed a story for this blog.
There was no answer when I first called for my husband. Feeling a little concerned, since I thought I heard the front door open and close, I tried again, this time much louder. If he left the house, my current situation could be disastrous.
"BABE?!"
I yelled through our bedroom door. I was beginning to feel somewhat panicky, but trying to remain calm. While I waited for his reply, I could hear the boys playing joyfully in their room across the hall. They're always so happy in the morning, talking and playing as soon as they wake up. We often have to remind them to get dressed for the day and make up their beds, so they can continue playing.
"Boys?"
"Yah mommy?"
"Yah mommy?"
"Go get your daddy."
"Okay Mommy."
"Okay Mommy."
I heard them both run gleefully down the hall to find their daddy while yelling, "DADDY, MOMMY WANTS YOU." "DADDY, MOMMY WANTS YOU."
I waited with my hands and right ear pressed against the door. Thankfully I could hear my husband walking towards our bedroom.
"Yah Babe?"
"I'm stuck."
"What do you mean your stuck?" he said, as he tried the doorknob from his side of the door. "Unlock the door."
"I didn't lock it."
That's when I heard my little one say, "Mom you're going to be stuck in there forever."
"Don't worry Babe, we'll slide you some food under the door."
"Thanks."
My oldest son, the problem solver said, "let's break open the wall."
I had shut the bedroom door, like I have done many mornings before to do my yoga practice uninterrupted. For me, yoga is one of those few moments of peace and quiet in my day that I have all to myself. As I was coming to the end of my much needed practice, getting ready to lie down in savasana, I heard my husband try the doorknob and then stop. When I first heard him grab the doorknob, I felt myself getting tense all over again. I didn't want to be interrupted. When I heard him stop, a wave of relief came over me. All I needed was five more minutes to myself. Then he could come get whatever he may have needed.
My morning yoga routine is one that I have not been doing very consistently lately. I have gotten out of the habit of it and am trying to get back into it. Doing yoga each and every morning helps me to feel centered and gives me strength to tackle all the day has in store for me. This Saturday morning was the first morning in over a week that I had even attempted to practice yoga. I needed it so badly. I could feel that both my body and mind were bogged down with stress.
After I was finished with my yoga practice, I rolled my yoga mat up, put it away, then put my socks and walking shoes on. That's when I attempted to leave the bedroom to take our high energy puppy out for a short walk before cooking breakfast for the family and found that when I turned the doorknob to the left, it turned, but there was no sound of the door releasing from the doorjam. Then I tried turning the doorknob to the right, which didn't work either. I took a deep breath and started calling for my husband.
Which is how we ended up in the present situation of my oldest son contemplating breaking open the wall.
When it was apparent that the doorknob was not going to release the door open, I heard my husband leave again, while the boys stayed and talked to me through the door. He must have come back with my pink flowered screwdriver, because I heard my little one yell, "Hey! That's mommy's tool. Mommy's tools are better than your tools."
The next thing I heard was some jostling with the doorknob and then my oldest say, "Aw...he's taking off the doorknob mom."
Moments later I was able to pull the knob off on my side of the door when it was loose enough. Then I watched as pieces of the doorknob mechanism began flying out of the hole where the doorknob had just been. I was surprised to see that the mechanism inside was plastic not metal. Our house was built in 1958. I'm pretty sure that was the original doorknob and after nearly 60 years of use, it had finally broken, with me trapped inside.
Once I was free from being locked in my bedroom, I saw the humor in how absurd it was. It's funny how things, happen that way. Due to being trapped in my bedroom and having to be rescued by my knight and little knights in shining armor, I was unable to take our puppy for a walk that morning, since we were on a time crunch having to get to my oldest son's soccer game. Instead my husband and I took her for a bike ride that evening.
It makes me wonder though, was I being looked out for that morning. If I was able to go walk the puppy would something bad have happened to us? I truly believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe I just needed a few extra minutes by myself. Maybe I needed to see how my boys and my husband will always be there to rescue and take care of me. Or maybe I just needed a story for this blog.
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