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Trapped!

Have you ever felt like you have been trapped in a place you knew you didn’t want to be? Like you really were needed in other places if only you could get unstuck from the place where you were?

I’m not talking metaphorically, here. I’m not that deep. This is literal.

Our church building has a “cry room” in the back with a window that looks out onto the auditorium and a speaker system so that you can hear the sermon. That is, if you can manage to make anything out over the crying.

This morning after, oh, I don’t know, the preacher’s third or fourth word into the sermon, it became evident to all that the one year old was not going to be letting me listen, and I felt the need to take her to the cry room to allow the rest of the congregation that luxury.

When I got back there, I closed the door, as usual, and waited for her to quiet down. At this point, I should mention that my husband was not able to be with me during the worship service, so I felt a particular urgency to return to our pew.

While we were waiting, I noticed that my oldest had come to the back to tell me something. She came to the door of the cry room, which has a little window, and mouthed something to me. I motioned for her to come in, and she wiggled the doorknob, but nothing happened. I got up and tried to open the door from my side, but still nothing.

Madison let me know through the window that one of the little ones needed a tissue, so I told her to go ahead and get one from the bathroom. While she went to fetch it, I continued to try to get the doorknob unjammed – to no avail.

When she came out of the restroom with the tissues, I motioned her over to me and asked her to try the doorknob again. Nothing.

Now, I was beginning to realize that the door was firmly stuck and we would need help to get it open. So I started to tell Madison to relay my situation to a friend sitting near the other children.

Then, something happened that happens most often when I am pregnant. I began to laugh hysterically and couldn’t stop. Or speak. Or breathe. I could only shake my head and slap my leg and randomly wave my arms about in a lame attempt at a sort of sign language for people with poor muscle control. All the while Madison was saying, “What, Mommy? What is it?” Then, she caught the giggles herself and the baby was looking at us as if maybe her demons had not been cast into a herd of swine, but instead into her mother!

She finally caught on to what I was trying to say which was, “Go tell…..Mrs. Swinney…..that I’m….stuck in……the cry room.” I saw her go back into the auditorium still giggling and lean over to give my message to Mrs. Swinney. Then, I saw Mrs. Swinney smile and nod knowingly as if to say, “Yes, I have felt stuck in that room many times myself.”

Oh great! I could see that Mrs. Swinney thought I was only feeling stuck in the figurative sense. (She doesn’t know that I’m not that deep.)

I wasn’t sure what to do next, but I could see a familiar 3 yr. old blond girl barely visible above the pew back vigorously waving a roughly made paper fan above her head. I had a feeling that wasn’t the only extra curricular activity going on in our pew. I needed to be back in there, but the doorknob was not cooperating!

Finally, after what seemed like a very long time, the service was nearing an end and I saw a couple get up to leave before the closing prayer. I knocked frantically on the little window in the door and waved my arms to signal for help. They came over and realized I was stuck and tried their best to get me out, but even they couldn’t get the door open! T

hey went back into the auditorium to get more help. By this time the service was over and there was a small crowd gathered at my little prison.

All told, it took 4 or 5 grown men, a whole lot of spectators, and a screwdriver to completely remove the doorknob and let me out.

So, overall it was a very worshipful and edifying experience. Just don’t ask me what the sermon was about.

I hereby attest that the above story is true and factual. I can’t make this stuff up, people.

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Comments

  1. CONNIE! THAT is horrible! Oh my goodness!

  2. momxtwo a.k.a. Lisa says:

    That is hilarious! Someone should put that in a magazine.

    Blessings
    Lisa
    momxtwo@gmail.com

  3. Laura in KY says:

    ROFL!! Oh, Connie! I am laughing so hard that I’m crying. That is hysterical!! It sounds like something that would happen to me.

  4. Ohhh noooo! This is a great story! Too funny. Glad you made it out of there. : )

  5. Connie, I’m dying laughing!!! I have always hated the wall of windows in our cry room because it made it very inconvienent to get up and close them when I needed to nurse, but boy, now I’m very glad they are there. I could just jump up and down and flail my arms and I think our preacher would notice!

    We had a wild church day today also. We have been studying the holy spirit and well someone kept saying that miracles still existed today and ofcourse that didn’t sit well with hubby so he kept wanting book, chapter and verse to prove it. It ended well, but lets just say I don’t like contraversy. I was a squirming in my seat while trying to look as if I was backing up hubby.

    Glad you are safe and sound and atleast with all that laughing, your bladder was working well! he he he!

  6. Oh boy… our cry room has no such windows. If someone ever got stuck in there, it would take someone noticing that they were missing after service ended. Ack…

    I’m glad you got out safely. :)

  7. We enjoyed your story! We sympathize with you, but it was quite funny. Can’t wait to share it with some of the ladies at church!
    ~Vida, Ashley, and Ruth Earnshaw

  8. Connie this is so funny!!! You need to write a book, really:) I’m glad you got out though.

  9. That is one funny story! I also laugh at the most inconvenient times. And my sister laughs whenever she sees someone get hurt (sort of a nervous response) – that was not so good when she worked in childcare!

  10. Ok, I tried not to laugh at your expense but come on! This is funny stuff! I would have handled things exactly the same way…laughing hysterically, etc!

  11. Today’s my first time reading this post. Your description of the situation is hilarious! I like the idea of a crying room. Our church doesn’t have one set up like that. I think I’d like to install one at home – just for me…

  12. I had never seen this post and I am wiping away tears from crying and laughing. I would have done the same hysterical laughing had it happened to me. To think that most of your kids sat alone for most of the service and didn’t get up to look for you. Now that is training! :)

  13. Oh my goodness Connie!!! You just made my night! I’m so happy you got out and really enjoy the lighthearted way you conveyed that experience!!!

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