I "broke" my foot

So I didn't break my foot but I might as well have. It killed!

I'm afraid of the dark. Ive always been afraid of the dark and think that I always will be. Monsters and creepers aren't real until it gets dark... then everything goes. I literally have wet the bed, as an adult, because I was too scared to go to the bathroom. TMI? Probably but its 100% true. Not only am I afraid of the dark but I am completely afraid of creepers coming into my house and taking my little girls. The Elizabeth Smart book, although wonderful, has scared me for life. Lets mix the two together shall we :)

On August 14th at 4:30 in the morning Madison started to cry. Right now we are trying to help her sleep better at night but the poor girl keeps getting her legs stuck in the bed slats no matter what we do. She started crying so I went to make sure that her legs weren't stuck. While I was on my way, already nervous that a scorpion or Chucky was going to get me,  I noticed that Kelsey's bedroom door was open. Its NEVER open. She likes to sleep with it closed. I went to go check on her and couldn't find her in her bed. I started to panic just a little bit. I pulled her covers back, looked under her bed, on the side of the wall, and at the foot of her bed. Nothing. This is where my 4:30 am brain started to lead me astray. The only logical explanation for her being gone was that she had in fact been taken. I don't mean to make light of this because it does happen, but that shouldn't have been my first assumption and yet it was. We have all windows bolted with a peg in them and locked all the doors, but regardless I was certain that she was gone. It literally was the most scared that I have ever been in my entire life.

I started freaking out. Half screaming, half sobbing all the while trying to find Kelsey. I ran into our room, no Kelsey, and woke Ethan up. He was a little more calm, but the longer we looked the more out of control I got which didn't help Ethan, who had just been awoken by his crazy wife proclaiming that his child was gone. We looked EVERYWHERE!! Every light in the house was on, all the rooms, bathtubs, garage, couch, porch, and closets. We looked everywhere and couldn't find her.

As I was running back into our room to get my phone to call the cops, I tripped over a large mass. Kelsey.

Kelsey tends to have bad dreams and when she does, she wakes up screaming. It got our attention one night and so its turned into a thing. Every night she would come into our room and say she had a bad dream whether she did or not just so we would soothe her back to sleep. There's nothing wrong with that except we are tired and she needs to learn to stay asleep. We were trying to teach her not to wake us up if she woke up at night and apparently that new "rule" stuck better than we realized.

On Friday morning, she had had a bad dream, didn't want to wake us up, curled into a ball under the bed and put a pillow on herself to protect herself.
Two things: 1) I feel terrible because she was so scared that she covered herself (been there girlfriend and its terrible) and 2) she was so well hidden that we literally thought she was gone.

Well to end a dramatic story, I tripped on her and ran out of the room just sobbing out of pure relief. Ethan went into the room, also saw her and picked up a very confused little girl. "Why is mommy sad?" "Why am I not sleeping?" It was such a relief to have found her that I just cried and cried and cried.

We all made it back to bed safe and sound but then I couldn't fall asleep because I started to noticed that my foot was THROBBING! I thought it had been cut off. Apparently during my frantic search for Kelsey I had kicked a door and separated my baby toe from my other toes. It got super swollen and bruised but Aaron said it wasn't broken it just hurt like a bus had run over it. I limped everywhere for a few days and couldn't really bend or touch it. It was terrible and has lasted about a week now.

 Needless to say, the next day, while the sun was up, I started to realize how irrational I had once again been, and was completely embarrassed to explain why I couldn't walk.  I think we can all agree that I need to stay asleep at night. My mouse story and now my broken toe prove that!