For those who have not heard me complaining previously, our home computer crash. Crashed hard. We had/have an offsite back up system so I am not worried at all about our data, but for now (until we decide we just want to spent a boat load of money that could/should go other places) we are VERY limited on our "screen time". Blessing and a curse, I suppose. However, if all my loyal readers would donate a couple of bucks to our fund...I could afford a grande slappe mappe frappe from Starbucks to drown my sorrows in. :)
But, for now, I have stolen a few precious moments at a random computer left lying around a wifi spot to update this sadly neglected blog.
As I type, I am wavering between laughter and tears.
It would appear both our girls had memorable nights at church.
Bren shared that her teacher got sick and threw up in the trash can, leaving someone else to clean up that mess and the mess of however many wound up, grossed out 7 & 8 year olds were supposed to be putting on a puppet show this evening.
And Piper... well, Piper and her friend got stuck in the elevator.
After kissing their little faces and watching them head up the stairs, I left to go to my class and never had a second thought. It wasn't until Josh was picking the girls up from class (one hour-ish later) that we discovered that the girls had, in fact, only gone up SOME stairs before turning around and heading to the elevator. (I don't think the stairs was a deception as much as the elevator was an after thought.) So. The girls get on the elevator and press "1". As no surprise to a grown up, the elevator did nothing because it was on the "1" floor. It didn't move. The doors didn't open. Nothing dinged. No lights flashed. It did nothing. I am sure the girls were giggling and telling each other all kinds of tales of their day at school when they realized there was not much action going on on the elevator. After a brief discussion of the lack of movement, the girls got a little nervous. They looked at their options (never considering button "2" as an option) and sounded out the word H.E.L.P. on the red button. They pressed it. And then there was action. Kind of. It just wasn't action they knew about.
1) The lights went out.
2) Unbeknownst to the 5 year old duo, a security company was alerted.
3) Still unbeknownst to the girls, the church was notified of the 'emergency'.
4) Proper church authorities made their way to that side of the building.
5) Proper church authority pressed the up arrow button from the outside of the elevator.
6) The doors opened.
Apparently, immediately after step 1, the girls began screaming and banging on the doors trying to get help. After step 6, two red faced little girls emerged from the elevator and shared their harrowing tale with their hero, person from step 5, and skipped off to class, happy to be freed and, seemingly, unscarred.
Perhaps as the story was retold to parental units and those parental units reacted in an appropriate, but concerned, manner, the duo began to feel the magnatude of their adventure. Piper was telling me the details after prayers and stories tonight (You better believe God heard about the elevator, as well). She told me that when the light went out she heard a woman's voice (I'm guessing it was a recording) say something about an emergency, then a man's voice asked them how many were in the elevator. She said that he talked to the for a little bit, but didn't know how long and couldn't remember what he said. Then she said the first thing she heard when the doors opened was "Whoa, I didn't expect to see two kids!". She thought that was funny because "of course, an adult wouldn't get stuck in the elevator."
Lesson learned...take the stairs. Always takes the stairs!
