When Daddy's Away the Babies Will Splay

 

Yes, that is MY bed. No, I didn't try very hard to get them out of it.

The Kiss

I was woken early this morning by a kiss.  For most girls, this could be a dream come true.  For me, it was just a little weird.

Whilst sleeping soundly unawares, a little Rowan crept up to my side.  She planted one sweet kiss upon my lips, waking me instantly (like the prince in Snow White).  She then stood quietly by my bed until I shooed her back to her own.  Never saying a word, she left.

I'm still not sure if she was sleep-kissing or not!

The World is Ending

Matt and I are frantically looking for supplies to take for the end of the world. I don't really know why we are trying to run away from town, but we are. I can't find our sleeping bags and we have not packed any food!! We don't know what to do with the pets? Do we bring the pets? What about the frogs? What in the world are we going to do with the frogs?! I'm really stressed that we haven't talked about a meeting place with our families. Matt says we will find them. Time is running out. Oh no!! Sirens are sounding! Ahhhhh!

My Little Night Walker

Rowan's nightly walks have become an expected occurrence.  Around midnight, she awakes  whimpering or crying and stumbles through the house until someone takes her to the potty and tucks her back into bed.  She talks gibberish all the while and doesn't remember a thing in the morning.

Week before last, her pattern changed.  Early Thursday morning (just past midnight), she jumped up out of my bed and ran out my bedroom door. No crying or stumbling, she seemed to know where she was headed.  I put Desmond down and followed.  I found her in the kitchen holding a package of art chalk and doing the potty dance.  I took her to the bathroom and tucked her back in as usual.  In the morning, she enjoyed the funny story, but didn't remember any of it.

Early the next morning, I heard a rustle from her room and the sound of a door.  I assumed Lydia had awoken and gone to the bathroom.  The splashing noise that followed changed my mind.  I jumped out of bed to investigate.   I found my little night walker in the laundry room, pants down, hovering over a laundry basket!  In classic Baugh style, she had found a spot to 'go' that was almost perfect, but not quite.

Since then, she hasn't walked in her sleep.  What was a guaranteed part of my early morning has completely stopped.  Let's hope she'll be a lucky one and it won't happen to her again.

Amy Harl

I had a dream with this girl in it that I went to junior high school with. (I might have gone to high school with her as well, but I don't really remember and don't care enough to look it up.) I won't tell you about the dream, because she was doing something not very flattering involving the one person on earth I would be happy to have hit by a bus (as long as it was fatal). Anyway, it made me think how weird it would be to Google yourself and find your name in a place like this. That would probably be pretty creepy, actually. Sorry, Amy Harl.

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Evaluation

I'm teaching my art class and my principal is watching for my evaluation (which is next week in real life). I have three boys who keep moving seats and being very bad. I keep telling them to move back to their assigned table, but they won't! I start yelling, and they won't listen. Finally my principal tells me that I need to stop yelling at them and they are not doing anything wrong.

Ahh!