I remember quite clearly my first MN monstering.
My husband was working away for the week, we lived in a very isolated house at the time, the children were very young.
I'd been badgering my husband to fix my son's bedroom door, he hadn't done it. It was a Monday evening and I'd bathed the children and went to read them their bedtime story. My DD slammed the door and the handle fell out on the outside. We were absolutely trapped in the room, I didn't have my phone with me, we didn't have neighbours. The drop from the window was about 12 feet onto a stone terrace. We were going to die in there!
After about three hours of panic and much fiddling with anything I could find I cannibalised a playmobil cow and used it's leg to open the door, it was just the right shape. Phew!
Children in bed, a well-deserved glass of wine poured I thought I'd share my 'lighthearted story'.
Nope.
I got absolutely hammered to death for not fixing the door myself, not having my phone with me at all times, and generally being a shit human being.
That was about 14 years ago.
I learnt a few Very Important Lessons that Monday evening. No. 1 being, MN don't take no prisoners.
I hung around though.