I had some crazy things happen to me in the past few months. The first one happened on my birthday. I spent my birthday with my sister and two nieces on our annual Girl’s Retreat. We stayed in my aunt’s camper trailer that is parked outside of her house. It is hooked up to electricity and was quite comfortable. While we were getting the beds ready, I bumped into the dials on the front of the stove, but didn’t think anything of it. After awhile, the trailer started to stink. I had opened the bathroom door to hang my garment bag on it, so everyone thought the smell was coming from the bathroom. We opened the windows to try to air out the trailer, but it didn’t help a whole lot. After we got settled, we went for a walk. It was dark and we were in a very small town, so we could see the stars really well. We walked down past my grandparent’s house (my cousin lives there now) and to the pond that is on their property. It was one of my favorite spots growing up. It was so neat! After we got back, we got ready for bed. The trailer still stunk really bad. It was almost unbearable. I kept looking for some switch of some kind thinking that we must have done something to cause the smell because the trailer didn’t stink when we first got there, but I couldn’t figure it out. We stayed up late talking. While we were talking, my sister asked if there was a red light on on the stove. I looked over and it was just a red dot. I had remembered bumping into the dials earlier, so I checked to see that all the dials were off. One was turned a little bit, so I turned it off. My niece said that the noise went away. My sister and I are deaf enough that we didn’t know there was a noise. The gas had been on and we didn’t know it! We figured it had been on for about three hours! The smell finally started to go away and we could breathe more easily. Thank heavens we finally figured it out and didn’t light a match in the mean time! I doubt I will ever forget that smell!
The second one happened when we went to campus to go for a walk. When we got back to the truck, I asked Keith for the keys so I could put Riley in his car seat. I unlocked the passenger side door, hit the unlock button (so I thought), then threw the keys on the driver’s seat and closed the door. I then tried to open the back door, but it was locked. Sure enough, the truck was locked with the keys inside! We called campus police and they unlocked the doors. They wanted verification that we were the real owners of the vehicle, but neither Keith nor I had our identification with us. I guess they figured we were trustworthy enough and had car seats for all the kids, so they didn’t worry about it.
The third one happened when I put Reagan’s comb in the bathroom drawer, shut the drawer, then shut the bathroom door so Riley wouldn’t go in. Later when I needed to get into the bathroom again, I couldn’t open the door. Apparently, I had shut the drawer hard enough that it bounced back open after I shut the bathroom door. Keith finally got the door open by causing the drawer to fall out. He broke a piece of hardware on the drawer in the process, but that wasn’t too bad considering. When I told someone this story, they said that they knew of a situation where an 18 month old opened the drawer and climbed in. They couldn’t get him to get out and close the drawer, so they had to take the door off. That would definitely be worse!
The last one happened when I got out the chopping knife to cut something. It slipped out of my hand and I tried to catch it with my other hand. Not recommended! I cut my finger in the process and didn't catch the knife. The cut wasn't too bad fortunately. It kind of reminded me of the time when I stuck my arm in a moving dryer. Sometimes you just don't think before doing some things.