Its 1:00 am...for some reason or another I'm not tired at all.
I've watched every DVR'ed show we've got by this time and am getting anxious about not feeling tired so I give in and take an OTC sleepy time pill that makes me feel awful and groggy the morning after I take it, but its necessary at this point.
Its now around 2:30am... I'm lying in bed next to my sleeping husband and I'm finally feeling those warm fuzzy sleepy time feelings. My eyes are heavy and I have one of those micro naps..you know the ones where you're awake but kind of asleep and have a mini dream real quick? Well I don't remember what the dream was about but I do remember hearing a weird rustling noise.
I ignore it...I try to get back into my relaxed half dream world again. About 10 more minutes have passed and Im asleep...Something wakes me up though. A weird scratchy rustling noise again.
I'm mad now. And not to mention wide awake.
I start thinking to myself..what on earth is that? it kind of sounds like a...Oh no....OH NO..its a...nahhh its not....YES! its a RAT! it has to be a rat!
I sit directly up in bed, my eyes fly open, and I fine tune my hearing. Another noise....but closer. With squeaking this time.
oh shit! it IS a rat! ohmygosh...i think its in the room. please dont be in the room, please!
At this point I'm beyond tired and turn a bit psycho.
What if its in the closet? Zuri sleeps in the closet! Remember that girl on DR. 90210 who had to get reconstructive surgery because a RAT nawed off her face in the night? ah! oh no! remember those little girls who just died because of rat poison in their house...i swear i heard something about rat dumpings being toxic too. oh shit. shit shit shit... what do i do?
Im up and out of bed. Ive now talked myself into believing that somehow or another this rat will either end up killing or severely disfigure or damage my beautiful sleeping daughter in the closet.
Im in this kitchen now..Im tearing apart everything...looking for who knows what. I just wanted to be destructive I guess. And this.....
what I woke up to this morning. haha.
I find a flash light and heavy rolling pin and go down stairs.
I walk into our room shining the brightest lcd flashlight ever made by man and of course bronson wakes up...
bronson: what are doing?
me: theres a rat is in our room. its gonna get zuri.
bronson: uhh, what?
me: cant you hear it!!!!!!?
bronson: go to bed, wes.
I slowly open the closet door and shine the light..I see zuri. So far there are no visible bite marks...no nawed off nose. whew, what a relief. I check under her portacrib and see nothing. check everywhere....and i cant find the damn rat.
Hours have passed I havent heard anything for awhile and Zuri hasnt screamed out loud in pain.... so I guess Im good to fall asleep?
Its 4am, I finally close my eyes. And zuri wakes up crying for her sippy cup. Crap.
Bronson goes up stairs to get her a baba, I pull her into our bed and i secretly do a limb check on her...everythings good...intact..healthy...shes not wheazing, no bites. Wonderful!
Brons comes back saying something like he cant believe i tore up the house, and he's mad..but im so looney tunes at this point I cant understand him. I close my eyes and immediately fall asleep holding my munchkin.
What a night.