This morning Husband and I were asked to help clean our church building.

I took the task of vacuuming the classrooms. Easy Peasy…that is until I locked myself in one of the PRIMARY rooms.

To my defense, the door knob had been knocked off (so I could see out the little hole). I tried maneuvering the little metal latch because the door wouldn’t open. In the process of doing so, I LOCKED the door. Now it was impossible to get out.

So what did I do? Did I scream for help through the little peep hole? OF COURSE NOT. I Macgyvered it.

I noticed the window in the classroom didn’t have a screen. Please picture the following in your mind. So I opened the window and found myself surrounded by shrubbery. I lifted the over-sized vacuum out the window at an angle where I missed the bushes and then proceeded to throw myself out the window…literally. I then pushed the vacuum on the sidewalk around the ENTIRE church building in the RAIN until I found an unlocked door.

I went to find Husband who was using a freaking Zamboney to vaccuum the gym. We laughed hysterically and then proceeded to the classroom. Within 1 minute Husband had the door unlocked. Maybe I should’ve just shouted for help in the first place.