Yes people. These two cute girls and I got stuck in an elevator 2 days ago! And for 45 minutes!!!! It was awful. Claustrophobic. Hot. Crowded. There were tears (Lilly). And there was even an emergency make-shift toilet...yes. Not good.
Yes, after I put Connor to bed the girls decided to play "hotel"...and I was supposed to be my usual "Ms. Beverly", the hotel manager. After checking in...Lilly said I needed to escort them in the "elevator" (aka. hall closet) to their rooms. So, as any good hotel manager would do, I escorted my distinguished guests into the elevator and shut the door. I hit the button to the 7th floor, and then went to open the elevator for my guests.
After about 10 minutes of using every bit of muscle I had turning that old doorknob back and forth, it eventually came off completely...which you would then assume would cause the door to just swing open! Nope. I tried some McGyver moves with an iron hanger and an anorexic barbie's leg to try to shimmy something lose in the space where the knob once was. Nope. I then did the typical movie scene of "Stand back kids! I'm going to kick the door down!"...which was funny in and of itself because there was nowhere for them to go....and we were so cramped in there I could only get my leg as high as my knee. No momentum. No luck.
My reaction to this was actually extreme calm. I guess it's one of those mom-things where you know you can't freak out. I was actually laughing through most of it...like a crazy person. I mean, really. It was funny. Most that know me well have said, "Sarah, only YOU could do something like this!", so even I had to laugh at myself. Lilly, of course, was wigging-out the whole time. Grace, of course, was laughing right along with me and just taking it in stride.
After my attempt to kick the door down, I decided to give up and sit down. ("Sitting down" is not really the appropriate word...it was a very awkward kneel/sit because we were in there so tight.)
So I guess you're wondering how in the world we got out??? Daddy Chris (my dad) called right before I took my guests to the elevator and told me he was going to come by that night to drop something off. So I was praying he'd come soon...and that he wouldn't change his mind and decide to come another day! I could hear my cell ringing several times, and I was imagining him calling to say it'd gotten too late and he'd see us tomorrow. Well, what I am thinking was about 45 min later, we heard Max bark. Then we heard my dad come in. All 3 of us started yelling like we'd been slaves in a dungeon for weeks! He opened the door, peeked in, and practically fell on the floor laughing!!!
It was an experience, to say the least, and I had fun telling the girls that I was SURE they'd be laughing and telling their own children about this one day:)
*In case you're wondering...Connor slept through the whole thing.
**And if you are curious as to WHO went to the bathroom in the closet...in an emptied-out My Little Pony bucket...well, it wasn't me. If you're read my blog much, you can probably guess which child was relaxed enough to do such a thing. She'll be an awesome camper!
***And the pix of the "elevator" is what it looked like after we were rescued. The weird caterpillar looking thing is a huge, hanging organizer...hence the VERY crowded closet!