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. :)