Maybe it’s snowing, I think, and then snuggle more deeply under the covers. It’s Sunday morning and I’m trying to sleep late.
Little Guy cries.
Oh no, what is going on? I begin to wake up.
“Do you have the shop-vac?” my husband shouts.
This propels me out of bed.
Groggy, I stumble down the hall, and ask, “What is going on?”
“B. locked himself in the bathroom and was running the sink and it overflowed. I had to kick down the door,” my husband quickly explains.
“ARGH!!!!! I am constantly telling everyone to keep the bathroom door shut!!”
“Kylie, that’s not helpful right now.”
Silently, I go find the Little Guy. He’s in his room with J., our 13-year old.
He is bewildered, damp, and dressed only in a diaper. I scoop him up and wrap a big blanket around us and hold him.
We lie down on his futon and begin to nurse, listening to the shop-vac.
He breaks off with a big grin, “Vacuum!” This kid loves vacuums.
We eesh some more.
He breaks off again: “Stuck. Bathroom.”
“Yes, you were stuck in the bathroom.”
“Stuck. Bathroom,” he repeats, eyes wide. “Other one,” he requests.
As I roll over to nurse him on the other side, he hops up in the air and lands on his bum, “Splash! Splash!”
“Yes, you splashed in the bathroom. You were stuck. It was scary.”
I spot a chip of paint in his ear.
We eesh some more. My husband finishes with the shop-vac. Little Guy applauds, “Yay!”
We go survey the damage.
“Oh no! Broken!” exclaims the Little Guy, pointing at the door frame.
The door frame is split apart, but the door is still on its hinges. I realize the paint in the Little Guy’s ear is from the door frame.
Later, my husband says he had to choose between kicking down the door or breaking the window. He couldn’t unlock the door and knew the door would hit the Little Guy, but the glass would have been worse.
We all talk about what we could do differently over breakfast. We are solemn and productive, with the exception of my daughter–Little Miss “It’s not my problem!”
I don’t think I’ll have to remind anybody to keep that bathroom door closed from here on out. I wish kids and husbands didn’t have to learn the hard way.
What a wake-up call.
What close calls have you had with your children?