like a thief in the night.

This summer has smacked me around a little and bruised my “I can do it all” spirit just slightly. I won’t lie.

So while I certainly haven’t done it all I’ve found that if I stay up just a tad later I can still do most of it. The “most of it”, of course, that doesn’t include sweeping, dusting, scrubbing or cooking. Pretty much every hot summer night has found me perched at my little computer desk clicking and creating the night away. Brent and I have always been that couple that goes to bed together. Not so much this summer with my later hours.

Which brings me to last night.

I rolled into bed around 11:30 (I realize this is crazy early for most of the world…for me it’s the.middle.of.the.night.) about an hour after Brent. At the very same moment that my  brain finally shut off and shuttled me to that bizarro middle ground between sleep and cognizance, there was a sound of sorts. Not a crash exactly. But not the normal creaking of the house. It startled me back to reality and gave my heart a good pumping.

Five minutes later, the same sound.

Armed with my iphone I got up and started turning on every light in the house. (Surely there’s an app for warding off burglars???) I briefly considered adding 911 to speed dial. But after scanning the entire place I told myself I must be loony and padded back to bed. But sleep eluded me. And now I was sure I was hearing the noise again, this time softer. I finally woke Brent who laid awake with me until we both heard the noise again. Still not a crash. Or a creak. More of a rattle? We repeated the iphone-toting, house-scanning procedure and quickly realized the noise was coming from somewhere near Ephraim’s room.

The attic perhaps?

Nope, definitely B-Ro’s room. But our little guy was tucked securely under his covers, passed out cold. Brent was now convinced there was a critter hiding somewhere in Ephraim’s toys so, flashlight in hand, he started searching the room. And there it was again! With both of us in the room we knew for sure it was coming from Ephraim’s bed. Under the covers. Which we pulled back to find a large plastic toolbox filled to the brim with matching plastic tools…and a two year old’s jerky foot planted firmly inside.

Our noisy little (sleeping) bandit had been caught.

But he was too cute to turn in.

So we decided to just let him sleep.

Even if the rest of the house was up for the night.

LaurenJuly 22, 2010 - 8:14 pm

Too funny! At least it wasn’t a real critter & only the sweet boy’s feet under the covers. I bet you were scared for a minute there. Glad the bandit was found! Cute story. 🙂

AmyJuly 22, 2010 - 8:31 pm

Too funny!

And those first few paragraphs are exactly what my summer has been like!

Lisa CeaserJuly 23, 2010 - 4:22 am

I would have freaked if it was a real critter IN THE HOUSE! EEK!!! Hope everyone got some good sleep the next night! Have a great weekend.

MarthaJuly 23, 2010 - 7:03 am

Erin, what a cute story. I laughed at you taking your iphone! Glad to know it was only a foot and tool box, no critter!

Have a great weekend.

KelliJuly 26, 2010 - 8:39 am

You are so brave to get up and check that out! Once I heard someone shuffling across our bedroom floor and when I turned the light on, no one was there. It was weeks later that I realized Hubby rubs his feet together in his sleep.

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