I don’t know that I’d go quite so far as to say that I’m a scaredy-cat, but I am certainly aware of noises in the dark. Things that go bump in the night are also the kinds of things that keep me lying still in my bed holding my breath so I can hear if someone is breaking into my house. I know, not likely…but. AJ gets up and leaves the house for work every morning while there are still hours of darkness outside. I don’t usually go back to sleep because it’s helpful for us to be on the same sleeping schedule. This way, when we flop into bed at the end of the day I don’t spend two hours talking his ear off while his eyes glaze over.
Anyway. So yesterday morning, I laid down on my bed with the intent of reading, but I woke with a spine-shuddering jolt twenty minutes later when my bedroom door suddenly flew open.
I’ll be honest. My first response to my sweet, sleepy eyed girl bounding into the room was not a good one. It may have included some partially bleeped swear words.
It seems Violet now knows how to get out of her crib in the morning. We have purposely kept her in a crib with the sides up to hold off the inevitable as long as possible.
Fast forward to this morning. I forgot to tell AJ about this new phase. Translation? I guess he’s easily scared or something because he used up a weeks worth of adrenaline in the first half second he was awake.