I am not having the best of days. Wednesday is theater day for the Crafter. She is in a wonderful theater program in a town 45 minutes away. It is so worth the trip. It is even worth trying to keep Wild Thing and Princess Pink occupied while the Crafter is in class. We have been fortunate the past few weeks. After many, many, cold, rainy Wednesdays, we have been blessed with gorgeous spring weather. We have been going to a nearby park to play. And that's where today's story begins.
Wild Thing, Princess Pink, and I were having a lovely day at the park. We saw some ducks,
and some turtles.
The kids played on the swings. Then Princess Pink got thirsty. We walked to the restroom with our emergency cup. (There's no water fountain at this park.) The three of us walked in through the open door. It was obviously broken. We filled our cup in the sink. Then I had the bright idea to actually use the restroom. I told my children to stay where I could see their feet and to not touch the outside door. Famous last words. Wild Thing not only touched the door, he closed it, and he locked it.
We were trapped. I couldn't get the door to budge. So naturally, I panicked. I yelled for help. No one came. I tried calling 911 since the park is walking distance from the police station, but couldn't get an answer. That wasn't comforting at all. I tried yelling for help some more. I called the Historian. He was able to calm me down. While he talked to me, I worked on the remains of the handle with my keys. I know that it was God's hand that opened the door because nothing I did would have made it open. Our twenty minute ordeal was finished, and we still managed to pick up the Crafter on time.