Stay at Home Chaos

I’m not completely here anymore. Last night, I thought something was completely wrong with me. I was positively sure that I was either coming down with something or my hormones were making me unusually hot. I noticed the furnace was on a lot, but I thought I just happened to be waking up every time it was on or something.

That’s not the only thing that happened last night. Evie also decided something was wrong. She woke up in between 2 and 3 am. I didn’t hear her wake up, but I did hear something running up and down the stairs. I got up to investigate and saw Evie’s bedroom door slightly open. I try to open it further, but it won’t budge. Her stuffed giraffe that she insists on using as a bed was in front of the door. However, Evie isn’t laying on it and isn’t laying on her bed either. I pick the giraffe up and put it back where it belongs when I hear screeching behind me. Evie came back up the stairs and didn’t approve of me relocating her giraffe. She grabbed her giraffe and hauled it downstairs, where I saw she had piled all of her sleeping gear on the couch. Tim appears less than amused.

I put her giraffe on the loveseat instead, and then follow up with her old english sheepdog stuffed animal that she uses as a pillow. Does anyone want a real toddler bed? Evie’s bed is going unused. Eve immediately climbs on to her stuffed bed and I cover her up. Then she requests the Tee. Better known as the TV. I put on WALLE and tell Tim to get me if he needs me and drag myself back to bed. Tim attempts to put Evie back in her room after WALLE is over, but she protests. I get up and carry her up the stairs, get her to lay down, and wait a minute while she calms down. Back to bed for us! She ended up coming into my room later. After she was groggy enough, I got her back into bed for the night.

Then Tim came in with a fidgety baby. I didn’t sleep well. I don’t think Tim slept well either. I came down this morning with Kiki to feed her. While it was burning hot upstairs, it was ice cold downstairs. We had this problem when we first moved in this house but we’ve since fixed it. So after feeding Kiki, I started my morning routine of opening up the curtains and blinds. I found the cause of the extreme coldness in a window I opened yesterday. Tim slept downstairs with Kiki most of last night, and Evie was down here as well, with the winter chill coming in through a window. I didn’t even know we could set the alarm with a window or door open, but apparently we can. The alarm didn’t warn us at all that it was open.

I opened the window yesterday because it was nice out, and Tim was taking apart the deck in the back yard before it got dark. Evie kept telling him, “Be careful, Daddy!” and he couldn’t hear her, so I cracked the window so he could hear her. Silly me.