and decided to hang some of the sheets out on the sunny deck instead of drying them in the dryer.
(View from our deck
This is going to be a cornfield this summer HONEST!
... it JUST is coming up and it's barely visable
... and also note the padded rocking cow.)
Well, that was 11 years ago and we still don't have any stairs although we DO have a pretty big lawn back there now. However, it's like a really large, sunny playpen ... and with 3 kids it has actually been a handy and safe place to let them go play kickball or eat popsickles or crumbly cookies.
Well, back to me hanging laundry. I had gone out a couple of times and each time of course Nolan was right at my heels not wanting to miss one exciting moment of Mom at work! (I do actually love that! Easton and Brayden have long grown weary of that fun.) On the third time out to hang up one last sheet next to the padded rocking cow, Nolan tore across the house and burst through the door ... and the door slammed shut in the wind.
We've replaced this deck door 3 times in the 11 years we've lived here ... it tends to catch the wind and rips from its hinges. Well, the last time we replaced it Jeff flipped the direction it opened hoping to avoid the breezes that have been especially cruel. Unfortunately, now it has a "catch" every now and again when it gets slammed really hard and then it won't open from the deck side. Like right then.
So there I was, with Nolan, out on our deck ... 12 feet or more in the air ... locked out of our house ... no windows open ... no phone ... no bigger kids to coach through how to take the screen out of the windows and rescue us. And it was 1 pm ... at least an hour from when B and E would come home early on the bus.
What's a mom to do?
I had to go over the deck rail, shinny down the railings while hanging down to get as close as I could to the wall below so I could then swing myself backwards, drop, and then catch myself (barefoot mind you) on the stone retaining wall so I could run around the house and let Nolan in.
Sounds like something James Bond would do.
Easier said than done ... especially for me who is REALLY scared of heights! But what other option was there?
(View down. Nice dandelion by the way--ug!)I calmly started my adventure, getting a little worried only after I was hanging over the open side right there next to the satellite dish ... wondering how reinforced that railing was after baking in the sun for 11 years.
Was it really meant to hold up a mom, repelling over the side, who had eaten way too much chocolate earlier in the day?
Did I really calculate how far I'd need to swing backwards to catch the wall and not land on the rocks filling in behind it ... or skin myself down the front of it?
Well, it really all happened so fast to those outside my brain (it was all slow motion inside of my head) and other than a hard landing on my bare feet (oh ya, and my arms are now 5" longer after hanging there) it went really well ... like I'd rehearsed it before or something.
This photo does not do the distance justice! Even at my height of 5' 9" PLUS my extended-hanging- arm-length there was a good gap to jump/fall between the last place to hang onto the railing from the deck down to the retaining wall ... OR the ground!
And I'm hoping that Nolan wasn't watching TOO closely. I don't need to have him choosing that moment to emulate what mom was doing! AND thank double-goodness the bigger boys weren't here. I can totally see Brayden trying this in the future.
And that last sheet that I put out to air-dry? I did have to end up drying it in the dryer. (sigh)