Running Commentary

Maybe I Should Stop Feeding the Kids Acid. March 24 2007

Last night was such a weird night.
The kids started a new session of swimming lesson (noah has graduated to the BIG pool) and Brendan is taking the level 5 for the 3rd time,cause he gets bored near the end of misses too many to pass. You see Brendan is a not PERFECT at swimming so he wants to quit. Living here, near 150 lakes that is not an option. I will keep taking him until he finished up to the life saving levels and then he can quit if he wants.

Brendan’s allergies were really acting up before bedtime, I think there must’ve been a lot of chlorine in the pool this time. So we gave him an allergy pill and sent him to bed.

A hour or so later, while Chris and i were enjoying the couch, Brendan came out of his room and went to the washroom, when he was done he came half way down. I asked him how he was feeling and he whispered VERY quietly the he was ok. His voice sounded very odd, and Chris was worried that Brendan’s allergies where worse and we called him down to be sure. I could tell when he got to the bottom of the stairs that he wasn’t awake, he is prone to night terrors so we’ve seen him in his wacked out state before. Usually he mumbles some nonsense and then goes back to bed, only to come down about 5 minutes later completely unaware that he was JUST down and babbling.

Lastnight was different. He came down and walked right over to the couch, I asked him how his throat felt, he answered “ok”

And then he closed his eyes and was kind of acting like he was asleep. Like his eyes were closed. Chris said “Do you know who I am” (always a sure test) Brendan answered “No” And so he began to walk back towards the stairs, we said good night to him and watched him go back to bed…only he didn’t go back to bed. at the last second he turned on the like in the rec room and went down there, I had inflated an air bed down there during the day to see if it really did have a leak and I thought it would be hilarious if he just plunked down on that and went to sleep, I would cover him and leave him. After a few seconds we didn’t hear anything and I jumped up to go and find him. He was all the way down in the BASEMENT. I went down and took him by the hand and walked him back up three different sets of stairs to bed (I didn’t want him to wake up in the BASEMENT he hates it down there) I asked him what he was doing down there and he mumbled something about them not being open. I tucked him into bed and that was the last we heard from him. Man that freaks me out.

he must’ve been dreaming about skiing, at our hill you go to the basement to put on your boots and stow your regular boots.

The rest of the night was uneventful. This morning I woke up with Noah beside me. We chatted briefly and he let me know that he had to seek refuge with me on account of his lobster nightmare (Brendan used to have this one too). He dreamed that there were bad lobsters every where and that there was a crab in his BUMMY! It was dead a sticky (the green ones are VERY sticky you know) but daddy pulled it off and killed all the evil lobsters, but he didn’t kill the friendly whales, they gave Noah a ride.

I think it might be time to install latches on our screen door, these nocturnal adventures could get serious.