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:
Did you think...it 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)
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
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.
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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