fuck plurk, this gets an entry
So, I was babysitting tonight. I was babysitting, and Carrie wasn't sure how long she'd be out, so I was going to sleep on the couch. I was pretty okay with this. I went to bed around 11:40-midnight.
1:30am, I wake up to screaming. And not adult screaming, child screaming. I bolt up off the couch, my heart's running a million miles an hour, I dash out of the living room to find the kids. Abby meets me half way, she's four and just crying her eyes out. At some point she lost her pajama pants, and so I'm hugging her and desperately asking for what's making her cry. "What's the matter, sweetie? Did you wet the bed? What's wrong?" But my only answer is sobbing.
Conveniently, at just that moment, Carrie, Pat, and their guest get back. Pat picks her up, notes how she's shaking, we're all legitimately worried. Mommy swoops into the rescue, holds her, covers her in my blanket, and soothes her until she can finally answer that, "What's the matter, sweetie?"
Her answer was a very abrupt, "Bad dream."
At first I thought about staying there and sleeping, but... after being woken up like that, I realized that the couch I was on was a piece of shit and- since I didn't need to be there anymore- screw this, I'm goin' home.
Waking up to a child screaming and crying- a child you know and love- is quite possibly the most terrifying thing ever. I've still got a ways to prepare before any of my own maternal adventures.
1:30am, I wake up to screaming. And not adult screaming, child screaming. I bolt up off the couch, my heart's running a million miles an hour, I dash out of the living room to find the kids. Abby meets me half way, she's four and just crying her eyes out. At some point she lost her pajama pants, and so I'm hugging her and desperately asking for what's making her cry. "What's the matter, sweetie? Did you wet the bed? What's wrong?" But my only answer is sobbing.
Conveniently, at just that moment, Carrie, Pat, and their guest get back. Pat picks her up, notes how she's shaking, we're all legitimately worried. Mommy swoops into the rescue, holds her, covers her in my blanket, and soothes her until she can finally answer that, "What's the matter, sweetie?"
Her answer was a very abrupt, "Bad dream."
At first I thought about staying there and sleeping, but... after being woken up like that, I realized that the couch I was on was a piece of shit and- since I didn't need to be there anymore- screw this, I'm goin' home.
Waking up to a child screaming and crying- a child you know and love- is quite possibly the most terrifying thing ever. I've still got a ways to prepare before any of my own maternal adventures.