Barney is our Beagle/Basset Hound mix and he’s often too smart for his own good. He learned quite quickly how to open doors because ours have handles, not knobs. A few of the indoor handles don’t lock so he regularly opens them and grabs things that he shouldn’t. I’ve slowly been replacing them and so far, it’s been an easy task.
Today, I decided to replace our master bedroom door handle because the lock was broken and Barney would not stay out of the room. He and Bullet have decided they like to play tug of war with my pillows and blankets and I think it’s about time I put a stop to it.
We’ve been in this house for almost 10 years now and while I love the brushed nickel door handles, I felt that it was time for a change so I have been switching to the oiled bronze look. They aren’t any more expensive and I love the new look, no matter how small a change it is.
I’m a girl, so I read the instructions. I had to chisel a little bit out of the door to make the new piece fit properly. I put the plate on the door frame and set the latch inside the door. I wanted to make sure everything lined up before I screwed everything in permanently. No problem, right?
Except the door closed.
Okay, don’t panic. I could fix this…I read the instructions. OMG! Nowhere in the freakin’ instructions did it say what to do if you locked yourself in the damn bedroom! Okay, it didn’t tell me how to move the stupid latch to open the door. Sooooo, WTF was I going to do now?!
Jacob! I yelled for him and he actually heard me. The tone in his voice suggested that he felt the panic in my voice because he said, “Hang in there, Mom. I’m coming as fast as I can!”
I asked him to grab a credit card or my driver’s license and instructed him on how to use it to open the door. He couldn’t do it. My bedroom has a door to the backyard so he ran out the kitchen door and came in through the bedroom to give me a hand.
By this time, I was in full panic mode, thinking that I’d be forever trapped in my bedroom with 3 dogs with Jacob randomly checking up on me and bringing me food from time to time while I withered away to nothing. At least I’d have HBO to keep me company.
I snapped back to my senses for a moment and grabbed a hammer and screwdriver. I used them to pound the door hinges loose so we could remove the door and free ourselves from my prison (bedroom). The bottom hinge would not cooperate and I lost all hope. I sat down and started to cry.
Jacob looked at me and said, “Mom, we will not give up! We never give up in this house! We can do this!”
He grabbed a smaller screwdriver and started pounding. I could see the tip of the hinge coming up so I grabbed it and started pulling. Jacob encouraged me to keep going and together, we managed to pry it free. Success! Now to get the door off.
Jacob ran around the house again and started pushing on the other side of the door. At one point, he pushed too hard and said, “Oh no! I’m so sorry, Mom! I cracked the door!”
SHIT! Just what I needed! All this freaking work and I have get a new door or spend more money to fix it! He then tried to reassure me that it was only a small crack and that a little glue should do the trick. I gave the bottom hinge a few taps with the hammer to let it know who was boss and it finally gave way.
We got the door off and it turned out that Jacob was right. It was a small crack and a little bit of glue and a clamp was all it needed. The door is unfinished so once it’s painted, you’ll never know.
I learned two things today. The first one is that my son can be so full of surprises. He really came through for me today when I had lost hope in my ability to get the job done. The second is that I should never start a job when I am already feeling under the weather and really have more faith in my children. Wait, maybe that’s three lol.