There once was a girl who loved apples. She was the princess of everything apples.

Everyday, she ate apples. When she was happy, she ate apples. When she was sad, she ate apples. For breakfast, she ate apples and for lunch, she ate apples. Even for dinner, she always ate apples.

If she was awake, she was eating apples. When she was asleep, she dreamed about apples.

Anytime she heard the word apple, she’d say, “I want an apple. Can I have an apple?”

On a particular appley day, you might even see the princess of everything apples do a little apple dance while she ate one of her apples and while her mother looked on happy to be the mother of the princess of everything apples and not the princess of everything lollipops.

That title pretty much sums it up.

This bed? It’s pretty cute, right?

We just made a big change around here. The girls who had been sleeping in bunk beds in a room next to us moved up to the attic playroom. The playroom moved down to Drew’s room. And, Drew took over the bunk bed room.

Lots of newness around here. And, newness apparently leads to some curiosity which leads to frantic phone calls to Mark during an important lunch meeting asking for help to free our daughter from her demise.

She was supposed to be napping (I wonder how many stories start with that…). I was at the computer working when the all-too-wonderful quiet was broken with screaming coming from the attic paired with banging and the words, “GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!” I ran upstairs and went right for the closet. She must have gotten out of bed, went to get something out of one of the big walk-in closets up there, and then had the door shut, leaving her stuck in the dark. But, the screaming wasn’t coming from the closet. It was coming from the bed—meaning under the bed.

Lydia had decided to open up one of those drawers under her bed and crawl into it. And, somehow, that said drawer shut; whether that was her doing or not, I have no idea. What I do know is that those drawers cannot hold over 20 lbs. And, though she’s small and spry, she’s more than 20 lbs. which led to the bottom of the drawer breaking just enough so that the drawer was no longer able to open. I could only open it as far as this:

 

It took nearly 30 minutes for me to figure out how to get her out of there. I mean, nearly 20 minutes of chaos as she yelled and kicked and cried and I tried to calm her while trying to strategize. I couldn’t get the drawer front off. I removed the other drawer which at least got some light to Lydia, but there was not enough space for her to squeeze out the back of the drawer and out the other opening.

I considered calling 911 but figured they’d use the jaws of life and saw our new bed in half. And, I was hoping we could resolve this without total destruction. So, my 911 call was to Mark who was at a lunch appointment. When I called 3 times in a row, he finally picked up.

“YES?”

“I need help. Lydia’s stuck in the drawer under the bed, and I can’t get her out.”

How’s that for an interruption?

With his coaching, I was able to move the entire mattress off the bed and remove the wood holding the bed together and supporting the mattress until Lydia was able to stand up and get out from above.

She was shaking and nearly hyperventilating when I finally got her out. And, I felt like I had just run a marathon (note: I’ve never actually run a marathon nor will I ever, so this is all hypothetical based on what I imagine someone who actually ran marathons would feel like).

I felt like collapsing, and I thought Lydia did too…until she called for me about 20 minutes after it was all over when I thought I had settled her down for a nap again to show me this.

I guess she’s okay afterall. At least until the next big thing.

(sigh)