Last night, Son 3 (my 4-year-old) crawled into bed with me and Darth…just like most every night. An hour or so later, I felt Son 2 (now 6) crawling into bed. I grunted and sat up. No one was there. Seconds later, Son 2 called out, “Mommy, I’m scared.” I stumbled to his room, climbed the ladder to his bed and curled up with him, confused. That’s when I heard Son 1 (10) walking around the room. I sat up. No one was there. Seconds later, the dog’s paws click-clicked across the floor. I did not sit up. She began to whine. “Go back to sleep,” I said…and she whined. “Go back to sleep,” I said again, and she whined. The third time, she lay down, sighing, and I lay awake, unable to go back to sleep. I sat up, looked, and the dog was there.
“Do you want to get up?” I asked Son 2. He’s the only morning person in the house; he was game. We climbed out of bed and the dog herded us down the hall. The dog is a Golden Retriever (not a herder). Weird. But she’s old and I figured she needed to pee. Nope. She had no interest in going outside. So, as Son 2 curled up with a blanket on the couch in our den (which we call “the Sharing Room”), I put on the coffee. I checked on Son 1, who was breathing peacefully. I checked on Son 3, who having removed his pajamas sometime in the night, was naked, curled up behind Darth. I pulled the cover over him, and rejoined Son 2 to watch the sun rise.
Later, the 5 of us went to Korean School, and then I met my old friend, Joe Flood, who is on a road trip, in Golden for lunch. You should totally check out Joe’s books, though thus far, he has not covered the subject of creepy morning noises.