There I am, enjoying a nice hot shower while Samantha naps peacefully. When all of a sudden I heard a loud bang, followed by several more. I stood there, in the shower, wondering if I remembered to lock the front door. And telling myself it's just the wind knocking the tree branches on the roof of the house. Just like the scratching I heard last night. It's nothing.
Then, my mind goes there. You know, the worst scenarios your brain can think of. All I can see is a group of men dressed like overweight ninjas (no idea why my mind went to overweight ninjas instead of normal ninjas, but I digress) stealing my baby because I didn't lock the door. They've been stalking us on behalf of a crazy lady who wants to steal our baby to raise as her own, and just waiting for an opportunity when the wind is gusting and I forget to lock the door to steal her. I literally shake my head and toss out the far fetched idea.
Then, I heard it again. And of course, at this point, the out of shape ninjas have vanished from my overactive imagination and this time the big tree in the backyard has fallen, landed on our house, crushed through the roof and Samantha is lying stuck under it. Had to be what it is.
I brush off that also psycho thought by remembering where she is in her bed in the living room and knowing the tree wouldn't fall like that because of what direction the wind is going.
Then, the dogs start barking. And of course, it's to alert me to danger Lassie style. Not at all because they are crazy and probably either terrified of the wind or chasing random cats. Of course not, that would be too easy.
Although I haven't washed up, brushed my teeth or conditioned my hair, I know I'm going to have to go check it out or go crazy in the shower with sheer panic. I turn off the shower, dripping wet throw on a towel, contemplate grabbing Dusty's gun just in case the fat ninja theory is true, decide against it because I don't want my delusions to cause rust on the gun, and go check it out. I had not locked the door, did so, but no fat ninjas to be found, check Samantha who is sleeping in the living room and the tree is still standing in the backyard. A big branch, however had fallen.
I run to get back in the shower. But, it was too late, I was too cold and nothing was going to warm me.
However, I eased my thoughts about ninjas and fallen trees. And now I'm cleaned up lol. And don't lie, I know I'm not the only one with crazy delusions that run out of control while I'm in the shower.
Once upon a time a girl met a boy, fell in love and lived happily ever after.
Unfortunately "happily ever after" isn't always as easy or as blissful as it sounds. I am a wife and mother. In 2004 we had a beautiful little girl, Kaitlyn, adventurous, funny and incredibly outgoing! She certainly keeps us busy!
In 2007 our happily ever after continued with the birth of our son, Matthew, 7 weeks early after 10 weeks of hospital bed rest. That happily ever after came crashing down when Matthew lost his life to SIDS and we said good-bye to our baby boy. Nothing can test your faith, your marriage or you family more than losing a child.
After 3 miscarriages in 2009, we proudly welcomed Samantha Anne into the world.
This is our happily ever after, complete with more reality than the fairy tales ever told me about...