My Dignity Went Out the Window
I mean, literally
If you’re a parent or have ever tried to help a toddler, you have heard this, “I’ll do it myself.” All three of my now-grown children are different, but they all declared this many times.
It’s just the stubborn, trying-to-learn nature of the little human.
And apparently, the nature of bigger humans too. Well, maybe you’re not like that, but it is true for me.
I enjoy learning to do new things, and getting things done around the house on my timeline means that “I’ll do it myself” rolls off my tongue readily.
So, this summer I embarked on a renovation of my downstairs. My builder and I agreed I would replace all the brass doorknobs with new brushed nickel handles. After the workers were all gone, I procrastinated for a month or so.
I’m not sure that procrastination is an integral part of this story, except it was a bit cooler when I got trapped in the bathroom.
I’d already replaced the bathroom closet knob handily (pun intended) so I kept going. During the installation, I let the door close. Big mistake. Unable to open the door, I struggled, poked, and hammered, to no avail. Living alone… there was no one to call for help.
