In keeping with the Monday blues, last night was, well, pretty wretched. I had decided I would take an easy night and go to bed early, so I left the school at 8:30 and walked up the flights of stairs to my apartment, where I proceeded to spend the next 20 minutes or so just trying to open my door.
I've had problems with my door before. It sticks, and once I really thought I wouldn't be able to get out. Last night, however, the door wouldn't even budge. I could not get in my apt. to save my life. I considered trying to crawl across my neighbor's balcony, but since it's 5 floors up, decided that was probably a terrible idea. I pretty much resigned myself to spending the night at the school or on Lisa's couch, and I was being a whiny little girl.
I think Parker and Lisa B were tired of my rotten attitude, so they graciously offered to come help me. We hatched an elaborate scheme to take the door off the hinges so I could get inside -- but first Parker tried one last time. Yep --you guessed it. On his first try, the door just opened, as if there were no problems at all. I felt so stupid.
Thank God every day isn't Monday!
Take a bar of soap and rubbed the insides of the door. I promise...it will help.di
ReplyDeleteI had the Monday Blues too...
ReplyDeleteIt seemed to be in the air!
When one thing goes wrong, there seems to be something else to follow.
It's okay though, today is a new day:) Thank goodness!