November 20, 2009

Dreamless Nights

"Mom! Dad!"

I slowly peel my eyes open just enough that I can look into the dark through little slits.

Was I imagining things? I roll over and bury my face into my pillow. The problem is, I never imagine that I hear one of my kids in the middle of the night.

I wait, secretly hoping whoever it was had gone back to sleep.

"Mom! Dad!"

It was very, very faint but figured I had better go check on its source.

I roll out of bed with the grace of a bull in a china cabinet and trudge over to the kids rooms, hoping there wasn't a toy laying in wait somewhere to attack my poor, unsuspecting feet. I stand outside the doors. Everything is dead quiet.

I almost turn around to go back to bed but knowing from experience that as soon as my head hits my pillow, I'll probably hear it again. I decide to check on her.

I slowly open the door to Savannah's room. There she is, sitting up in her bed.

"Mom, I had a dream."

I was awake enough to be capable of a little surprise. Whenever she has a bad dream she usually just crawls into bed with us.

I collapse next to her bed and she begins her tale.

"Mom, I dreamed that we made a mess and daddy got mad..." she began, then stopped.

I guess she decided to start over and be more clear.

"I dreamed that the boys and me were downstairs and we had soap and we made a big mess and daddy got mad... (At this point I have no recollection of what else happened in her dream. I wasn't THAT awake)...."

As soon as she was done telling her tale, she promptly laid back down, snuggled under her covers and said, "well, good night mom. I love you."

I stumbled back to bed. That was it? I managed to get a glimpse of the clock, 4:35am. Considering I had gone to bed only four and a half hours ago, I said a little prayer that the rest of Savannah's night would be completely dreamless.

4 super cool people speak:

Mama Smith said...

Did you might not have been a "dream"...but, something she was recalling...from the day's events? When was the last time you checked the basement? (smile)

Jess said...

sweet, and hopefully not recollections! Love the little whisper voices, but at 4:30am I love sleep more too. Lukas hasn't yet figured out whispering at 4:30. It's just whimpering/crying for now. LOL

Angel Day said...

Oh Sarah, I haven;t been on your blog for so long that all your posts are just hilarious. But I must say that Savannah is right about the glow sticks...I used to do it all the time.

Garvin Smith said...

Maybe the whole experience you had was just a dream! As the great American philosopher, Waylon Jennings said, "If you're not careful your dreams may be dreaming you!"

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