Last night I had a really hard time sleeping. Part of it was that Kevin took forever to fall asleep last night. Or at least, it seemed like forever. It took him an hour to settle down and finally fall asleep in his bed, but it finally happened.
However, as I laid down on our makeshift bed on the floor, my mind began to race.
The first thing that I thought about was how to transition off the floor of Kevin's room, which led to this horrific (imagined) scene where he was in his room alone and I woke up to find the apartment on fire. Knowing that my baby was on the other side of the bedroom door, I opened the door, even though they tell you not to do that. Then I ran through the fire to open his bedroom door so I could rush in. In this imagined scene, Grig followed me. Most of the flames were in the hall and the living room, blocking our exit. How were we to get out?
My hair was possibly all burned off at this point too, because I had raced through the flames in order to reach my baby.
I contemplated the three of us putting the comforter over our heads and running through the flames to the door. That might protect us long enough to get out of the house. Then, I thought about running to the bathroom across the hall and turning on the water. Could we put the fire out ourselves?
|Sometimes I hate my imagination.|
After working on the new project for a while, I went back to bed. Kevin slept for a long time in his bed last night, and honestly, I don't remember when he joined us on the floor. Hopefully tonight, we can move out of his room.
We just need to borrow a baby monitor to assuage our fears.