I woke up Sunday morning, early, only I don’t sleep with my glasses on so I didn’t know what time it was. While I was in the bathroom, wondering if it was morning or not yet, I heard water running. It sounded like someone was taking a shower. My first thought was, “Wow, someone is getting their shower before John woke them up!” This would have been a little odd, but it could happen.
I got my glasses on to look at the clock and found that it was only 3:45. Showering at 3:45 a.m. would definitely qualify as odd.
Why my brain works this way I have no idea, but my thoughts about the shower running at 3:45 a.m. were as follows:
“Someone was taking a shower last evening and died in the shower and that’s why the water is still running. No one noticed the water because they’re: A) on facebook, or B) sleeping. Why are kids so oblivious to their surroundings? I should go count them.”
Once I got into the older boys’ room I turned on the light and they were ALL sleeping like logs. To get to their room I had to pass the other bathroom and the shower sound wasn’t coming there, so by that time I was reassured that all the kids were alive. Also, by that time I couldn’t hear the water anymore.
My theory is that the cows had a big drink and the trough was (automatically) refilling and that’s what sounded like a shower running from the back of the house. I have no idea if cows get up for a drink in the middle of the night, or if maybe they were up early, it being Sunday and all. Who knows?
Yes, I do suffer from mild anxiety. And yes, it does make raising a bunch of boys an adventure. Even when they’re safe and sound in their beds.
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