Ok, sorry, uncle Ed came to pick us up and I had to go...This is part 2 from the last post, so if you haven't read the Fredricksburg post, you might want to read it first.
So we've checked the doors, we've checked the windows, at least three times each, as if that next time we checked, one would miraculously be unlocked, all the while, hoping and praying that these neighbors are NOT watchful. The last thing we need now is a police scene. (Or maybe that would help?) Anyway, at one point Nana went around the house one way to once again RE-check the doors and the kids and I went the other to RE-check another door. No such luck. We round the corner from the front of the house to find Nana with a pice of door trim in her hand, the other end still attached to the house and she is pulling with everything she has. (Mom adrenaline??) Ashley and I give each other a look while we consider the fact that Nana may very well have lost her mind, and Ashley says "Nana, ummm, I don't think that's a very good idea." I'm too shocked to even speak...NANA is disassembling the friggin house! This has been a LOOONG day, and at that point I'm really beginning to consider that I might just be dreaming, because I certainly don't FEEL like this could possibly be happening. Could we really be awake? Could Nana really be breaking and entering while Alex stands here half naked laughing? Not likely. But certainly happening. I'm beginning to stress, to really stress. The kids think this is just a funny scene out of a sitcom while Nana and I get more and more irritated with each breath they take. Alex is whacking Nana on the rear while she yanks at this trim and miss Ash is going through possible scenarios as to how we'll end up sleeping outside.
So we bang, and tug and jiggle at the handle to no avail. Eventually, Nana is able to pry loose the left side of the entire door frame inward while I try jimmying the deadbolt on the opposite side. Not working. Nana continues pushing the door in, ramming it and working with the deadbold and finally, something comes over her and I can hear a new sort of determination in her voice... the kids yapping probably contributed to the new found determination. So she turns around and tells me..."Ok, Jamie, give it all you've got, just slam through." I'm still unsure about all this, so after a brief sanity check I decide to give another big ram...I think at this point Nana realizes that if this door is going to come open, she's going to have to be the one to do it. She rams it once, twice, three times and BAM! We have lift off. The door flies open, and we are now officially criminals. Nana busted through the friggin deadbolt! Nana! A DEADBOLT! Somewhere a wee bit to the East, it WAS Friday the 13th, but not here! We still had at least 15 minutes before our luck was supposed to go bad.
But we did save the small incident of knocking the blinds out of the window for a few minutes AFTER midnight. This house is trying to cough us up, isn't it?