So last night, I had just gotten off to sleep. All was pretty much calmish. Yadda. Yadda... when a light came on. *blink* Not like a great idea sort of light either, because then it went off. *blink* "WTF?" I thought. Opened one eyeball. *blink* On. *blink* Off. Whaaaat? There is nobody in my room. Just us and the baby in her crib.
Well. I sat up *blink* and she saw me and took off to the other side of her crib, laughing. Laughing AT ME. Then she realized that the jig was up. Her lightswitch caper was ending. So she ran as fast as her little legs would allow to the switch before I could get her *blinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblinkblink*, desperately trying to get as much switch flipping in as possible before she was shut down.
I fixed her biscuit, though. I pulled the crib 4 inches from the wall. HA. Point for me. That's using my finest problem solving skillz. Yep, she was pretty ticked.
Then, I only bashed my leg on the pulled-out crib twice while trying to ever so quietly get ready for boot camp this morning. I'm like a silent whisper in the night.... wasping through the house undetected. Just ask the neighbors, they don't ever hear me. Except Peggy. But she's up anyway.
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