Ahh...sitting here in the silence of a quiet house. The only sound is the keyboard clackety-clack and the clink of my spoon in my bowl of ice cream. (The second bowl of ice cream, but who is counting? I mean really? Besides me? I don't feel guilty. No, I don't. You were counting, weren't you?!) Anyway...yes. Two bowls of Schwan's Chocolate Chip ice cream.
I'm addicted to the stuff. It's so, so good. I told the Schwan's guy that I think they put nicotine in it so people keep buying it. He assured me that it's just the extra cream. He takes his job very seriously. Tonight, I couldn't wait for the kids to go to bed so I could have a bowl of the stuff. I'm like an addict, shaking, looking at the clock, sneaking around the kitchen, trying not to make any noise. Mmmm, mmmm good.
Then, BAM, the entire upstairs floor shakes. I jump up, my heart pounding. Earthquake? Tornado? Did our roof cave in?
The baby fell out of bed. Out of our bed, which is about 4 feet off of the ground. It sits really high and he just rolled out. I already know I'm a bad parent because I let him sleep with me...I've heard the lectures from the pediatrician and read the warnings in the books. But I like him sleeping with me...and he's never, ever fallen out before. Ever. After he falls asleep I will leave him laying in the middle of the huge bed and come down to write, or work on bills. (hahaha...) But he fell off the bed.
Why do kids do that? What kind of sense do adults have, that kids don't, that keep them from falling out of bed? Is it something that comes with puberty, that ability to stay in bed and not roll off the side? What is it??
So, I feel like a bad mom. I feel terrible. I'm sitting at the computer, stuffing my face with ice cream and my child falls out of bed. I'm lucky he wasn't hurt. Scared me though, because when I ran upstairs, he was just laying there. He didn't start crying until I picked him up.
Bad, bad mommy.
Blogging and ice cream will be my downfall. Oh, and DS Scrabble. I'm doomed.