730am: Kids awake. Breakfast fed. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on the t.v, so they can be entertained while I finish getting their lunches together.
740am: I must remember to send my cousin her care package (she's in her first trimester of pregnancy) so I have to dig in the garage for my beloved "What to Expect When Your Expecting"/Pregnancy bible. I put Lilly in her bouncer, she's just learning to crawl so I know she'll be safe in their for a minute or two while I dig out the book.
742am: With the book in hand I turn towards the door to walk back in the house from my garage.
.....Slam.......
My body slams into the door.....it's locked.
What the......
Oh Dear God.
Austin finally did it....he locked me out of my own damn house.
Knock. Knock. "Austin open this door"
I hear Austin and Lilly laughing at Mickey in the living room.
Damn Mickey, he's so distracting with that mouse voice.
BANG BANG
"Auuustiiiiin, open this door NOW"
I hear Austin walk up to the door and whine a little.
I proceed to give instructions on how to open the lock...I start to get hopeful since he's been following directions really well these days....
to no avail
I hear my son give up, and walk up the stairs to his room.
"Shoot" (I didn't really use that nice of a word)
I look around. All I see around me is the broken sliding garage door we choose not to get fixed because, "It's 200 bucks to repair, and we don't really need it to work anyway".
Why do I have to be such a cheapskate?
Why couldn't I be more like my husband and take my phone with me wherever I go?
I look at my watch:
8:00am- I'm not supposed to be at my Mother-in-law's till 9:30 to drop off the kids.
Who will ever know that I'm stuck in here? My client at work I'm supposed to meet at 10:30.
Will I really be stuck in here for 3 more hours?
Oh God.
What about Lilly.
She's in her bouncer....so she's somewhat safe. What if Austin gives Lilly something and she chokes on it, and I'm in here? Who the heck is going to save her? Or what if Austin falls or chokes?
Dear God I need to get out of here.
I start to viciously bang on the door, crying out to Austin to open the door NOW!!!!
I lean against the door and start to sob.
The garage is starting to get really hot, and I long for my husband to be near me.
I get up and try to open the garage door. My husband did some things to it since it's been broken. I figured out how to unlock it so I could lift it up.
The darn thing weighs at least 200 lbs. You see, it's broken because the track is broken. That means, not only do I have to lift it all the way up, I have to re bend 3 inch metal perfectly straight so the track will glide.
Holy....I really wish I knew how to fix things at this moment in time.
I see a black widow crawl across the garage door. For a split second I started to jump back. Instead of regressing like the girl me normally would, I balled up my fist and punched that (unfortunate) spider as hard as I could...I felt it's body crunch against my knuckles.
The Mama Bear in me has emerged.
I squat down like a sumo wrestler and use all of my weight and force to lift that garage door up. I feel my legs shake, my fingers pinch against the metal, my shoulders tremble from my muscles stretching, a drop of sweat drips down my forehead as I clench my jaw....the door moves up about 4 inches from the ground.
Well Shit.
8:55am:
I pull myself together and try again. And again. I'm not giving up. Before the next time I try, I start to pray:
"Lord, all things are possible through you. I try not to ask for much. My children need me right now. Please, please....get me to them"
"Click"
Austin un locks the door.
Wow...."Ok thank you Lord!"
I learned a lot about myself this morning. I obviously would do anything to not have to ask for help. I could've banged on the garage instead of the house asking for neighbore's help. I have too much pride for that. Why didn't I pray from the very beginning? Why don't I talk to God more? I know this... why didnt' I ask for help from the start? Well I know why. But not anymore. My kids needed me today. For once instead of them learning from me, I've learned from them. Talk to God in the mundane, talk to Him when your sad, happy, thankful, cheerful, anxious....talk to Him when your at your wits end. He's waiting, He wants to help us. Ask Him to.
5 comments:
oh wow. that sounds really scary EB. I glad you learned a valuable lesson....& i'm glad you shared it. for some reason we all need a little reminder to lean on our father more often.
Wow deal breaker with the black widow I think I would have screamed so loud just from that the neighbors would have heard me. I am glad I was there afterward to hug you. This is one of those stories you will tell your Daughter in law someday...Ang the Austin stories begin
Mom I didn't get a chance to put in there how good it felt to get that hug from you. I didn't even realize I needed it until you actually gave it to me. I'm thankful I saw you and jenni before the rest of the day.
It's kinda funny (not in the haha funny, the ironic funny), Caiden locked me out with the top and bottom lock the day before yesterday. I didn't think he could even reach the second lock!! So this is a lesson to me to put a key in garage somewhere hidden. I lock my house up so well so no one could get in, not even me. :( I am glad that God protected Austin and Lilly while you were stuck!! And really grateful you got out!! I love you!
Awww I'm so glad you finally made it out of that garage! I love reading your blog! Your story has inspired me to write my own "talk to God" story on my blog. Had a rough day with my tiny little baby yesterday and didn't even realize until way later in the day to ask God for help. I am so thankful he is always there :)
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