On Saturday, Matthew innocently went to our bathroom and locked the door. Little did we all know, the lock had mal-functioned (perhaps due to the fact that we had just bought a locking door knob that had to be completely taken apart and put back together in order to install it "correctly" and just perhaps, we may never have tested to the lock to see if we had actually been successful in our 'we-will-make-this-fit-because-we-don't-want-to-wait-until-our-next-trip-to-kampala-to-buy-another-one' endeavors...just sayin' that's what might have happened to the lock...)
Thankfully though, we have a nifty set of clippers that after....ahem...
30 minutes...
were able to cut through that brand new door knob's lock...
And, wonder of wonders, in the end, we able to fit the handles back on the door....minus all the locking insides....so at least the little holes in the wooden door are covered and aren't available to tempt to little boys to look through to find momma...cause we all know that momma never could take a break to go to the bathroom in peace...
Matthew had plenty of company at the window...though he wasn't impressed with our jokes about passing beans and rice to him for supper.
Not a great picture, but proof that he bravely kept his smiling face on!
But I was actually gone for most of the fiasco, because our water had run out. We actually ended up without water from Saturday until Tuesday morning. I'm in greater awe of all the Ugandan women that carry these things on their heads, daily, often for a mile or more...while I whine about no showers for a few days and throwing 4-5 jerry cans in the back of the truck for a half mile drive home.
Looks like you guys are having lots of fun!
ReplyDeleteAaaagh...I know the pain of that lock! Same exact situation here, all the way across the world in Virginia, except the prisoner was 2 and we had to improvise with a screwdriver and brute force.
ReplyDeleteBut the water. That would honestly be most trying to me. I am so used to instant water!