I don’t know about you, but at my house, I have to be the light sleeper. Brian could sleep through a World War. So, over the years, I’ve trained myself to be on the alert. I mean, you never know when someone might break into your house or a tornado come rushing through your town, right?
Last night, I was awakened by a very loud crash at 3:25am. Just out of curiosity, if you hear a loud crash in the middle of the night, what is the first thing that your very-panicked mom brain fears? For me, it’s Ian falling out of his loft bed.
So, I jumped out of bed, turned on the hall light, and checked his floor. No Ian. (Thank God!) I looked into Gracie’s room and all was well. Ashley isn’t home, so I knew it wasn’t her. I rushed downstairs – because my next panic-stricken thought has something to do with the pellet stove (thought I have no clue what!) Fortunately, all is well downstairs.
By this time, Brian is up – curious as to what I am finding in my tour of the house. And, I’ve pretty much turned up nothing. So, by this point, I’m wondering if I’m going crazy or if I dreamed the crash.
I decide to head to the bathroom and go back to bed (even though my heart is about pounding out of my chest and I know I won’t be able to get back to sleep for awhile). In the bathroom, I discover that the pegboard that was hanging behind our toilet has fallen off the wall. Yep, it was the source of said crash! Finally! I’m not nuts, after all.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who has strange things like this happen to me!