Wednesday, March 21, 2012

My Achilles Tendon Hurts Just Thinking About It

My daughter is no stranger to sleeping in unconventional spots. When she was younger, it was the rule rather than the exception that I would find her bed empty when I checked on her during sleeptimes. She has slept on the floor, the changing table, the glider and in her laundry basket. She has created nests made out of toys, snuggling down amid the bears and puppies and baby dolls.

But those days are mostly behind us now. These days, the laughs are derived from HOW she is sleeping, not where. That kid of mine can find some unbelievable positions to contort her body into. Every night as we go to bed, we creep in and giggle at that night's acrobatics.

Tonight, Neil went up to bed ahead of me. A few minutes later, while I puttered around on the computer in the basement, I received a text from Neil. "Sophie is not up here." As you might imagine, my first horrible thoughts ran to the likes of alien abduction or the David Bowie goblin king spiriting her away. But then I got another text, with a photo, which I opened about the time I hit the stairs to the 2nd floor. Neil had found her...under our bed.

Notice her arm up on the bed frame.


According to her, she had gone into our room looking for the iPad to get in some late night Power Ranger viewing on the Netflix app. When she couldn't find it because I had it with me downstairs, she dragged several pillows and blankets in and climbed under our bed. In protest? Perhaps she went under there to lay in wait so she could ambush me and run off with the iPad. I don't really know. When asked about her motives, she was not exactly forthcoming. Having a conversation with a preschooler in the best of circumstances is like talking to a person who's had seven, maybe eight, Irish Carbombs, talking to one who is half asleep ups the frustration quotient exponentially.

I saw Pet Sematery as a teenager, and Gage under the bed has haunted me ever since. So while we got a good laugh out of it tonight, I will say this: if that child of mine ever thinks to lurk under my bed and scare me with an ankle grab as I walk by, I'm not sure I can be responsible for my actions.


  1. I can't believe he even thought to look under there...I sure wouldn't have! glad you found her!

  2. That is hysterical! How could she even sleep on the hardwood floor? (And I love the barefeet of her AND her baby doll...adorable).

  3. LOL very funny be glad there are no dust bunnys under there!! LOL

  4. Michaela has gotten herself into some pretty weird positions in her sleep... but I have to say, I've never found her under a bed. HILARIOUS.

  5. Oh I would have a heart attack if someone grabbed my ankle, lol. Hope I'm not thinking of this now when I go to bed tonight, LOL! How funny that little Sophie! I like how she brought her dolly in there too, too cute.

  6. My aunt and uncle once sent out a neighborhood search party for my missing young cousin only to find, hours later, that she was asleep under her bed.

    I know from your tweets that you're having trouble sleeping. Maybe if you mixed it up and hit the floor . . .

    Also, key question: which Power Rangers does Bean fancy? We are a PR Samurai household.

  7. Irish carbombs, that is hilarious! I never thought about it, but it is also a great analogy!


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