Friday, November 21, 2008

Total TV Cop

When I returned home from work yesterday, Esteban told me Vanessa locked herself in her room hours ago. Not to worry, she had be quiet for most of the time. Well, I did worry. I let my "motherly" imagination run wild. I frantically went to work trying to get to her. The unlocking mechanism on the doorknob was messed up, her window wouldn't budge from the outside, and there were no screws to simply remove the doorknob. We pounded on the window and the door to no avail. What's a girl to do? I did what every good TV cop would do. I kicked the door in. (Walker, Texas Ranger would have been so proud!) It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Esteban and I searched her room and found her sleeping. She was upset that with the door breaking open and us ripping the covers off her bed we woke her up. We were just grateful that she was alive and well.

Aaron called a while later to see how things were going. I told him about the whole ordeal. I thought he would be so impressed that I took such drastic measures to save the life of our youngest offspring. I thought he would be amazed at the tough momma he was married to. (I totally should have been a TV cop instead of a nurse.) Instead, he asked me why I just didn't use a credit card. I hadn't thought about it. He informed me that I would not make a good criminal. (I've had several people in my lifetime tell me that. Is that compliment or an insult? Something about my inability to lie, respect for laws of the land, and downright fear of prison keep me from being a career criminal.) Aaron told me it only took him 5 seconds to get in with a credit card earlier in the day when she did the same thing. I told him it only took me 5 seconds to kick the door down. Then he asked whether the door or the lock was damaged. I replied, "The entire door jam. You know the most expensive part to replace." That's not all. Since the girl's room is part of the original part of the house, built in 1908, the walls are made of lathe and plaster. Not only did the force of my kick break the door jam, it sent a huge crack through the wall. (I have to admit that is such an empowering statement. It would be even more so if I was not the one who had to pay for the damages.) My brother, who is on the SWAT team, was impressed. At least, he pretended to be for my sake. Plus, he doesn't have to pay for the repairs.
Anyway, when Aaron returned home later that night. He simply told me that he loved me. I hope he still feels that way after a trip to the local hardware store. (The pictures really don't do the justice that I think I deserve.)

The moral of the story: Don't get between the momma bear and her cub. I might just turn into my TV cop mode.

10 comments:

Dave and Mel said...

I always wondered if you were actually wearing superwoman outfit under your clothes....this confirms my suspicions. That is hilarious.

Jana said...

Okay you totally made my day! After laughing so hard I warmed up my body and no longer need the heat on.

Queen of the Castle said...

I did the same thing at my sister's house because I apparently didn't know how her door's locks work and Lucy was in the house. I had just gone outside to throw something away and then, I couldn't get the door open. Apparently you can open it from the inside when it is still locked. Maybe it is all in the jeans, I mean genes. :)

El Presidente said...

I'm not sure what it is about kicking a door down but it is fun!! Just an FYI for future use, the safest way (and has the most power!)to prevent injury on yourself is to put your back to the door and kick it (it's called a donkey kick).

I got locked out of our house (Brynne and I disagre on the whole story..)once before we had a key hidden outside. So I debated on damaging a window or door. I had the same results as you, lots of fun but similar damage.

-Bryan Davies

Brynne said...

All I can say is: You are so hard core! You may look like this sweet, friendly, little thing but wow--don't unleash the lion under the surface! I think Aaron told you he loved you because he was scared of what you'd do to HIM next if he made you mad! :) ha! ha! The crack in the plaster is definitely more impressive in person than in the picture, I agree!

As for Bryan's comment, he doesn't remember the story details correctly of when he locked himself out of the house :) (The men never do remember correctly, right? ha! ha!) I don't think my first words after seeing it were "I love you", good for Aaron--he is much nicer than me!

Anonymous said...

I am just terribly disappointed that there is no video. I am not a huge fan of video, but THAT was the time for video...you know...for posterity

Natalie said...

I miss You! That is such a you thing to do! I was laughing so hard, Dean had to come see what was going on!

Adam and Sherry said...

ok that was the funniest thing I have ever read!!! I really want to know if you spun in circles to get your wonder woman costume on first :) Thanks for the great laugh and I am glad that your little girl was ok. (I would have done the same thing)

Tasha said...

All I have to say is "that is AWESOME!" I am never going to worry about Vanessa holding her own in nursery again!! If anybody messes with her she is going to bring out the big guns!! I love that story and it proves that we are capable of anything if we think our kids are in trouble!!

Tash

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mycrazywallyworld.blogspot.com
I just barely got it going and I love the blogging world so far!!

Screamin' Meme said...

That's awesome Collette I believe you have to protect your own. I know if it was my child I probably would have done the same thing and Yes Arlynda did the same thing at our house. Our locks have to be unlocked from the inside and the door closed and locked Lucy in and Arlyda out.