There is nothing like being woken up one hour after falling asleep by a “heart attack” due to some of your children barging into your bedroom screaming….
In hind sight it was comical if you take away the “OMG someone broke in” instant cold fear that makes your heart stop until you establish that was not the case. I am amazed of the capacity my brain had to do so many things at once in a few seconds, while seeing my two oldest daughters getting stuck on the doorway in their efforts to get into my bedroom while screaming like banshees as I am struggling to make sense of it, remove the covers so I can get out of bed, counting how many kids are actually tripping over each other (where are the other two? Are they hiding as they have been taught, are they ok?) calculating how fast I can reach the iron crowbar I keep hidden in the room, and jump over the kids to defend ourselves and finally after assessing the situation and surroundings realizing that, thank goodness, I don’t need the crowbar and there is no crazy person in the house, just us…
So what prompted this hysteria? My oldest went to the bathroom and unknown to her her sister also woke up needing to go the the bathroom. As she was going in it she startled her older sister who screamed, in turn scaring the potty urge out of the younger one, who in return screamed causing them both to go into a frenzy. As I mentioned the scene was comical. Even with just being woken up in this circumstances, my eyesight being all fuzzy from sleep and not having my eye glasses on and my brain and instincts going a thousand miles an hour I could see them totally disregarding each other on the door frame, cartoon like bumping into each other, in their urge to come into the bedroom. I don’t think either one was aware of the other.
By the time they had tripped all over themselves and I had been able to discern that there was no real danger and was jumping out of bed, the oldest had already gone past me into the bed and I caught the younger one as she dived into the bed. Mind you both are still screaming and crying and my heart is going like a manic drum. With my mami super body I manage to hold the youngest and still put a comforting hand over my oldest while comforting them and sushing them at the same time looking across into their bedroom watching for my other two kids.. As they calm down the oldest tells me between sobs what happened. So I tell them to stay put and after a quick check of the house (just in case) I go to check on the other kids.
Well, my youngest boy can sleep through an apocalypse…. so much for teaching them to hide …. He was not faking sleep in a paralyzing fear, he was sound asleep and the youngest girl who is about to turn 4 peeks over the loft bed and says “hi mami” like it’s morning time and she just woke up by the birds happily chirping away…. so I get up there, tell her everything is ok and give her a kiss, in response she kisses me back and says, “ it’s still dark, I’m going back to sleep, I’m tired” Wow I wish I had her nerves of steel!!!
By the time I return to my bedroom the other two girls are now calmed down and apologizing to each other for scaring each other. I take them back to bed and tuck them in thinking “Well played universe, way to bring April’s fool!” I case you are wondering all this did happen and no, the girls didn’t do it on purpose.
So here I am totally wide awake, considering if I should get hair dye to cover the white hairs I am sure are now on my head now or should I keep the Rogue look ….
