We officially started our move to
Dyersville Monday. Mom and dad were going to be gone on vacation all week, so we thought it would be
alot easier to invade their home w/o them present! After a long day of attempting to organize complete
unorganization (if that's a word), with 2 girls a bit confused about life and a baby so off her schedule she didn't know if she was coming or going, this mom was TIRED!
The girls are sleeping upstairs in my brothers old room and Paige is in my old room. With the girls upstairs, I refuse to sleep in the basement bedroom so I'm camping out in my parents bedroom. Kinda weird, but this is life as we know it for the next few months. Troy refuses to sleep in there (can't say I blame him, it is kinda weird), so for the next few months, he'll be camping out in the basement.
So it's our first night in our "new" home and after a long day all I can think about is sleep. I finally get to bed about 11
ish and as soon as my head hit the pillow I think I was out. Little did I know that this tired mom was only going to be getting about 3 good hours of sleep that night.
It's 2 am. I'm fast asleep. All of a sudden I hear something hit the window followed by the sound of wind. My initial thought was more storms. So I tried to roll over and fall back asleep.
It took me about 1 minute to realize that the so called "storm" I thought was outside, was actually INSIDE MY BEDROOM!
I had left the hall light on
incase the girls needed to go potty, and just enough light was shining into the bedroom that when I opened up my eyes, I shit you not, a BAT flying around in circles directly over my bed!
So there I am, 31 years old, married mother of 3, laying in my parents bed w/ the sheets up over my head like a scared little school girl. I had no idea what to do. I tried to reach for my phone to call Troy in the basement but I couldn't reach it. After about 3 minutes of laying there crapping my pants, I finally decided to make a run for it.
I slithered out of bed to the ground and crawled as fast as this body would go. I slammed the door behind me and ran to the basement to get Troy. I turned on the light and screamed, "
OMG there's a bat in the bedroom!" To which his response was, "Jen, there is not a bat in the house. Go....to....bed!" (My hero!)
After assuring him it would be pretty stupid for me to make something like this up at 2 IN THE MORNING, he slowly got up, looked for a pair of shorts, scratched a bit here and there, and went to the bathroom. He took his jolly ole time coming to my rescue, but finally made it upstairs to the bedroom door. He opened it up a bit, turned on the light, looked in and yelled, "Holy shit, there is a bat in there!"
REALLY!
Over the course of the next 10 minutes, looking back on, are pretty hilarious. Troy's strutting around the house, trying to muster up the courage to get his manly self into the room to "deal w/ the situation". He puts on my dads coat, wraps a scarf around his neck, puts another scarf over his head and in he goes w/ tennis racket in hand.
And this is what I hear:
WHIFF ....... "Damn it"
WHIFF again ........ "Damn it"
WHIFF ...........again......... "God Damn it"
Bam Bam Bam.......THUD! THUD! THUD!
Me:
"OMG...Did ya get him? Troy.....TROY? Did ya get him?"
Troy:
"Well, I'm not in here for my health Jen! Yes, I got him!"
I have yet to step foot in my parents bedroom. I have since been sleeping on the couch in the living room! Sigh! What a great way to start our
Dyersville adventure!