I lost my mom ears.
You know, the super sonic hearing ears that let you know every time your child rolls over, coughs or calls out your name.
It’s the best thing that’s happened to me in years. Now instead of me jumping out of bed when kids cry or make other random noises in the night, John does. I don’t hear a thing, he has to tell me about it in the morning.
It. Is. Amazing.
I think this is what he felt like all those nights I was up nursing kids and banishing boogey men. (And yes, I nursed those girls, we have YEARS to go before John is even close to catching up with late night waking hours.)
There is one problem though. Since I don’t hear the girls I don’t know they are coming until they show up next to the bed. John can attest from his years on the night shift that when I wake up with someone next to the bed, I scream. For years I woke up to John saying “It’s John! It’s John! It’s John!” until I turned my siren off.
Clara recently got a new blanket, a zebra blanket. It’s soft and fuzzy and has a “hood” on it with a stuffed zebra head she can pull over her own. She loves it. Clara wears it around the house while getting ready for school and sleeps with it every night. It is her new favorite thing.
So, when Clara came down to our bed in the middle of the night, I didn’t hear her coming. I didn’t notice her standing next to the bed. In fact I didn’t register her presence at all until a zebra was climbing into my bed and it’s big black zebra nose touched my face.
1) I really hate it when things touch my face when I’m sleeping.
2) Zebras are more startling than small children.
3) Screaming in a panicked fashion in your child’s face does not make them feel better.
I lost my mom ears. It’s pretty amazing but I do feel a bit bad for the kids.
Mwahahaha!! I mean, awwww! Your poor kids! How did you break your ears? Did your zebrababy recover?
She was just fine. Too sleepy herself to care I think. 😀
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I have given up all hope of losing mine… at 73, I don’t need them anymore, so how can I turn them off?
I’m not sure. And if I did I might not admit it. Afterall if I could turn them off I could turn them on and I’m liking them just as they are thanks! 😀
Cute story Jessie. Love all your posts. Thanks for sharing your journey.
As an adult I entered your parents room in the dark of night, quietly avoided your dad, and woke your mom. She followed me into the kitchen where she could see me, all without knowing who I was. (And yes, I was a welcomed house guest.) Maybe she can help with the screaming. She’s very good at lots of stuff. ❤
You know, if someone I cant recognize shows up by my bed and attempts to lure me into the kitchen I think I’d rather scream at them then blindly follow… 😛
Congratulations! 😀 … the kids will survive. They’ll also learn to respect mum’s space, fairly quickly. 🙂
Lets hope so- that’d be best for everyone! 😀