[This is one of those stories that could have been told in one sentence, without my weakness talent for stretching out short anecdotes nearly past the breaking point.
Also, I think I’ll go ahead and submit this to Sue’s “Very Funny Friday” Blog Carnival, even though it barely qualifies for Mildly Amusing.]
I’m not usually one to check on the kids multiple times after sending them to bed — in fact, I usually don’t check on them at all, so if anyone does, it’s Dean. But since Henry’s been so sick, last night before I went to bed I wanted to make sure he was breathing. It was midnight and I didn’t want to wake him, so I left the hall light off and went in the room he shares with Isaac. The humidifier I’d asked Dean to set up in there seemed to be helping, and I could hear Henry in his crib, breathing in raspy but regular breaths. I could make out Isaac’s shape on the top bunk, and he was sleeping soundly, too.
Then I checked the girls’ room. Both the top and bottom bunks were empty.
Remembering that Mabel will often take the unoccupied extra bunk in Ike’s room so she can escape Rose talking and keeping her awake, I switched the hall light on and checked the boys’ room again. There was Mabel, asleep on the bottom bunk. But no Rose. I ran back to the girls’ room and couldn’t see Rose anywhere in there — not on the closet floor, not on the floor between the bunk bed and the wall. I called Dean to help me with the search. I searched all three bathrooms, the living room, and even my sewing room, while Dean looked under the bunk bed in the boys’ room. By then I’d headed back to the girls’ room, where I pulled out a toy box that’s kept under the bunk bed, and, peering behind where the box had been, I could just make out, in the darkness, the form of a little hand, a shadowed face, and some pink pajamas. It looked like someone had stuffed a toddler-sized doll under the bed.
It’s not a tall space under the bed — in fact, I just went and measured, and there’s only 9″ between the floor and the bottom bunk.
Dean pulled Rose out from under the bunk bed for me and was able to put her back in her bed without her waking up. I haven’t even mentioned the incident to Rose today because I’m afraid if she finds out we thought it was funny she’ll take to sleeping there every night. (But maybe she’s already been sleeping there every night?)
Then this morning Isaac and Mabel told us that somehow Mabel ended up asleep on the floor in Isaac’s room — Ike accidentally woke her up when he opened the door this morning and it bumped her in the elbow.
This morning Rose came and got in bed next to me and wanted to know what day it was.
Rose: “No, it was already Friday, remember?”
Me: “Umm . . . it was Friday last week, and now it’s Friday again.”
Rose: “What’s tomorrow?”
Rose: “No, it’s not, remember?”
Me: “Saturday comes after Friday. Then comes Sunday, then Monday.”
Rose: “Well, what’s the other tomorrow?”
Me: “You mean yesterday? Yesterday was Thursday.”
Rose: “NOT yesterday! TOMORROW! I’M NOT SLEEPING IN YOUR BED ANYMORE!”
She ran off out of my room. (And, for all I know, she went and crawled under her bunk bed.)