We just had our new front door installed along with a new lockset. Sunday morning after my husband left for work, I took my dog out the new front to do her morning business. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I got that "feeling". The door had locked behind me. I didn't realize the new lockset can be opened from the inside but locked from the outside. So, I went around to check all the other doors...all locked as well. Being that it was January and raining, all the windows were locked as well. All but one. We replaced all the windows in our house except the upstairs bathroom (the reason why is another story in itself). Ok, so here's the situation: It's January. It's raining. It's 8am on a Sunday. I'm in my bathrobe and slippers. I'm locked out.
The dog is looking at me.
Only one thing to do... get through the upstairs bathroom window. So, I get the big ladder from behind the house, put it up to the flat roof on our garage. Go up the ladder, and once I'm on THAT roof, I hoist the ladder up and put it up to the kitchen roof so I can get on THAT roof and then to the bathroom window. Just as I am about to get on the kitchen roof, the ladder starts to slide out from under me. It was like slow motion. I ended up on the garage roof tangled up with the ladder. Now I'm soaking wet and in alot of pain. I can barely stand up. My left ankle hurts, my right leg hurts and my knee won't bend. Worst of it all...I'm still locked out.
The dog is barking at me.
I'm thinking if my dog was Lassie she would go to the neighbors for help. But somehow I doubt my neighbors will open the door to a 100 lb pitbull barking at their door.
I lay there contemplating what to do now. I manage to crawl across the flat roof that I was on to another semi-sloped roof, then down to still another smaller roof, and down to the side door.
The dog is now licking me.
I managed to crawl to an old wooden basement door and proceeded to break in with a sledge ax that I didn't put away after splitting wood.
I crawled through the basement, up the stairs and into the living room, grabbing my cell phone on the way. I am soaking wet, very cold, and in terrible pain. But I am glad to finally be in my house. It is now 11:30.
I look at the dog...she is on the couch resting comfortably.
The outcome: I severely twisted my left ankle. I screwed up my right knee, I broke my right leg. But I am happy to say that I have been back up on that ladder. Only I make sure someone is there to hold it.