Thursday, September 27, 2007

Originals!

Today was a crazy day for me.

My house is old. Almost everything in it is the "original" from the time it was built. The floors, the cabinets, the tiles, the walls, the doors, the DOORKNOBS!!! Do I like that? No, to be totally honest. I mean sure, there is "charm" in older homes. But only when they are refurbished!!!! Give me a break.

So today Libby was over and we were planning on making some pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. Yes, we did eventually get them made. Libby's baby needed a nap and so did Noah. So, I let Noah have a special treat and watch a movie on my bed to fall asleep to. BAD IDEA!!! Jack (Libby's little boy) never fell asleep in Noah's crib and neither did Noah. But he did want to come out. And after awhile I decided he could. I went to go open the door and it wouldn't. The harder I turned the knob to the right it got EXTREMELY tight. Turned it to the left and it fell off. This went on for 20 minutes. And progressively Noah was getting worried, or maybe better said, scared! And so was I. Libby went to get a screwdriver from her house. All of Jason's tools were in the same room as Noah. Left there from several weeks ago by a project of my husbands. Mad? YES! I did call him, and he couldn't help me. Jason is in DC for work for 5 weeks. But the tools in the room?! So, I couldn't help but be upset.

I asked Jason for his dad's phone number. He has replaced some stupid old dumb doorknobs of ours before and I TOLD him and Jason to replace our bedroom doorknob too at the same time. Clearly, I was ignored. I saw this coming. And then Larry called. (Father in law). He walked me through how to open the door and NOTHING was working. Remember, ORIGINALS. Built in the 40's. OLD!!!! The doorknob was removed from the door and now there was nothing. And whatever there was left, was jammed inside the actual door.

An hour has passed and Noah was screaming. Ellie too. Libby left to get some help from another neighbor. I broke a knife and several pieces of the wood frame surrounding my door. And I bent the crap out of a butter knife. Larry said he would buy me a new knife. I said, "No, JASON will buy me a new knife."

I was alone, listening to my two babies cry for their mommy. And I then began to cry. Hard. Why? Because it was the first time I could not help my child. I could hear him, almost touch him, but could not get to him. I know this sounds a bit silly, but it was a very hard thing for me to feel. Poor little Noah wanted the one person that is ALWAYS able to comfort him. And I couldn't. All I could do was tell him to sit on the bed and wait for mommy. I was very close to chain sawing the door down. VERY CLOSE! So, in my moment of anguish for little Noah, I said a prayer and pop, the door opened. And there was Noah. Clinging to the bed, sobbing. I scooped him up and squeezed him and told him I loved him. Noah just held on and squeezed me tight. It was much sadder than I can ever describe. And then he was fine. Just fine. How soon they forget. But I was still all frazzled. Why I didn't just say a prayer to begin with!?

And so, one day I am living in a NEW home with NEW doors and NEW doorknobs. I am no longer upset at anyone. Ancient history. :)

14 comments:

Libby said...

i have tears. i am really beginning to think i am bad luck for you. nothing ever seems to go well when i am around!

Jocelyn said...

Poor Noah! That made me so sad just imagining how scared he was. I almost cried myself when you said "Clinging to the bed, sobbing." :(

Where were Jackson and Ellie during all this?

Jana said...

Jackson was at school and Ellie was crying in her crib. I wanted to hold her, but I had to get the door open.

Rachel said...

sadness! poor Noah. I think you should have kicked the door in. Then he'd never sass back again and he'd know you did it cause you love him. 2 birds with one stone

Carly said...

Oh my gosh Jana, I had tears as I was reading your post. I can only imagine how hard that would be! I totally would have broken the door down. Glad everything is okay.

Tanya said...

Wow, that was quite the ordeal. I could hear two screaming kids in my ears as I was reading the post. Hope Noah isn't too traumatized, but sounds like he's already forgotten.

Kimo said...

That sucks! I have had experiences like that when I forgot to pray until AFTER tons of tears and frustration, and I always wonder why I didn't think of it before - I guess I just need to remember the hymn "Did you think to Pray" more often. Someday you'll have a nice new house. Does Jason come home on weekends, or do you have five weeks of single mom-dome? Bummer!

Whit said...

My eyes were all wet... how sad! I could imagine everything. You are good to have said a prayer - I probably would have just used the chainsaw, then Spencer would have to get me a new door and knob - ha! Cute Noah. Give him a squeeze for us.

Trimbles said...

Jana, I love reading your stories... I would have gotten the hammer. Poor things. :)

Amberly said...

oh that is a heartbreaking story. I'm glad Noah was ok and hadn't hurt himself somehow. Why don't we think to pray to begin with in every tough situation? We always make things harder than they need to be- good grief, how old are we and when will we learn? I'm glad things turned out ok!

Brooklet said...

two hours, so long! Poor noah, poor ellie, and poor Jana- and Libby, I am beginning to think you are bad luck!!

wackywilsons said...

Wow Jana...supermom! I once locked Wesley in the car when he was a baby...I panicked and it was so scary...you think the worst thoughts in those situations.

I am grateful that you were resourceful! When you need to swap out those old school hardwares, give me a call b-c i can hook you up with a phat discount (DirectBuy)

Lisa said...

Nightmare! I'm so sorry, but just think...you picked up a whole new skill!

Arah said...

Jana, you crack me up. I love your blog. You tell great stories. I'm so excited for NY too. We're going to have a blast. And come on me "tiny" not compared to you.