Fight, Flight, and Two Possums
I was having a dream that I don't quite remember. Even without the details, I remember that it was chaotic and upsetting. I half woke sweltering, so I flung out the covers and rolled over. That's when I saw a pale shape next to the bed. I gasped.
"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa" Jake jumped, screamed, and took off running. He kept screaming and kept running all over the house. I could track his progress by the volume of the scream as well as the thumping bass note of his running feet. I will never understand how a fifty pound child can make so much noise.
The instant Jake fled from my terrifying gasp, Nick started awake and vaulted out of bed. He chased Jake into the living room, back into the bedroom, out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, and finally back into the bedroom again. Nick scooped Jake up, carried him back to bed, and tucked him in all before I'd managed to shake off my stupor and get out of bed. By the time I'd padded across the hallway to the children's room, Jake was asleep again. Claire had never even gotten out of her bed. Clearly, Claire and I do not have the survival instincts of the men in our family.
2 comments:
Wow! Your son is full of beans! And I can't get over how fast he can fall asleep; in our family, only my husband can do that. The rest of us take ages to fall asleep, especially after something like that.
To this day, our kids still come and get in bed with me occasionally, after my husband has left for work. It's actually pretty funny, but I resist the urge to tell them they're too old for it.
Oh, I love the drowsy warmness of a child in my bed. I only get that a few times a year now but I'll always miss sleeping with a baby in my arms.
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