How many times have I texted that to Brady in the last week or so? A handful. Remember the move to the big girl bed?
Well, I ended up having to move the video monitor onto the bathroom counter, so that I couldn’t see it from our room.
Because an addiction was forming.
I couldn’t stop looking at the screen. Right after we put her to bed, right before I went to bed, while I was doing stuff in our room, falling asleep, middle of the night… Not to mention that I kept having to unplug it to take it into the bathroom with me when I was home alone and going for a bath or a shower.
So when I do go in there and look at it and don’t see her: “I don’t see her in her bed.”
Where IS she?!
Usually, she’s either so buried in covers and flattened that I can’t discern her. Or she’s at the foot of the bed, all scrunched up, and lost. Or she’s on the rug in front of her bed, where the monitor doesn’t reach, or on the pallet that Brady or I may have made that night to camp out ‘til she fell asleep.
It’s a roll of the dice, really.
Of course, nothing is spookier than not seeing her, texting him (like what’s he gonna do all the way from the station?), and turning back to the monitor a few seconds later, and THERE SHE IS.
She’s doing this to me on purpose.