Well, that was a nice 20 minute interlude.
That's what I said as we laid back down to go to sleep at 1:20 in the morning. Sounds super sexy, right? Wrong. Lemme tell ya a story. Tuesday evening I was super tired. I hadn't slept well the previous few nights and, since dinner was done and Patrick said he'd handle the clean up, I went to bed at 8:30. It was glorious. I don't remember Patrick coming to bed. I don't remember anything until suddenly at 1 a.m. a loud banging, scratching noise woke me. Patrick woke up only moments after me. "What is that?!" "I have no idea." We both quickly jumped up and made our way down the hall. Perhaps it was a branch swinging into a window, we both thought. (I guess we had some idea, then.) Approaching the entrance to our daughter's room, the noise got louder. We stopped outside of the hall bathroom next to her room, listening intently. "It's coming from the vents. It's under the house!" The air vents in our new place...