There are days when the neighbors must think that we’re making a horror film. What with all the screaming that emanates from two high strung girls. Plus one small boy whose voice will not change for another 8 years or so.
And then if you add in an overwrought, sleep deprived, hormonal mother unit, and a house that sits not 10 feet from neighbors on either side, well, let’s just say that the neighbors may not be far from wrong.
This morning, I found myself alone with the three children. Usually I get my shower before they rise, but for various reasons, It didn’t happen this morning.
I gave Emme instructions to watch her little brother (who in my defense is nearly 4) and attempt to cohabitate peacefully with her sister.
A very brief shower was planned.
Before the rinse cycle, I heard a good deal of screaming right outside of the bathroom door. It wasn’t the run of the mill sibling bickering, I could tell this was serious. As in, the house is ablaze serious. And I’m certain the neighbors did as well.
I grabbed my threadbare towel and wrapped it around me as best as I could under the dire circumstances, and flung open the bathroom door. With shampoo in my hair, and St. Ives Apricot Scrub on my face.
When the children saw me, all screaming ceased.
We all stood there, wide eyed, blinking at each other.
I see therapy in their future. Lots and lots of therapy.
And then they all began talking at once. While Jensen began crying hysterically.
Jensen, it seems, had set off the security alarm by bolting past the ever watchful Emme, and before she could stop him, he had opened the laundry room and garage doors, thusly tripping the alarm.
He was in search of his little red vacuum. He had spotted some emergency dirt.
And what luck. It was on this day that he discovered that the safety baby door knob covers were no longer an obstacle for him.
I reset the alarm in record time, and let the powers that be know that police presence was not necessary.
We have a security alarm that will deafen any neighbor within a one mile radius, btw.
The neighbors LOVE us.
I totally believe that if the housing market weren’t in the crapper, lots of “For Sale” signs would be dotting the lawns around us.
(And yes, save your lectures, leaving Jensen unattended was not one of my brighter mommy moves.)
I just think that God has assigned a very special, albeit very busy angel to watch over me.