The curious incident of the hairdryer in the nighttime
Tegwyn was having a hard time going to sleep, and after nearly an hour of unsuccessfully trying to soothe her, we eventually decided we had to just leave her to cry for a bit until she went to sleep. I was exhausted after a long day... so Jeremy suggested we step outside to eat our dinner. "She's quite safe, and we don't have to listen to her cry". Good suggestion, I thought, so we went and sat on the bench just outside our house and ate our dinner.
Ten minutes later we came back inside and, mystery of all mysteries, could hear my hairdryer blowing! We looked at each other in alarm and rushed into the bedroom. I was convinced somehow that Tegwyn had fallen out of her crib and managed to get across the room to play with the electrical stuff. The room was foggy and hot, the hairdryer was on the floor, blowing like crazy, and I scanned the floor desperately looking for Teg. Eventually I looked up (to the source of the crying sounds... It all happened too fast for me to put this together at the time), to see Tegwyn sitting up in her crib, crying into her little blanket.
No calamity. Just a lot of noise and heat.
but HOW IN THE WORLD did that hairdryer get on? Having ruled out dextrous, climbing babies; strange neighbors seeking to pull pranks; bedroom poltergeists and other possible interpretations - the only conclusion we can come to is that the hairdryer must have slipped and fallen (as pictures sometimes do in the night), and hit just the right place to set the big mechanical switch on. Weird. Weird. Weird.
Ten minutes later we came back inside and, mystery of all mysteries, could hear my hairdryer blowing! We looked at each other in alarm and rushed into the bedroom. I was convinced somehow that Tegwyn had fallen out of her crib and managed to get across the room to play with the electrical stuff. The room was foggy and hot, the hairdryer was on the floor, blowing like crazy, and I scanned the floor desperately looking for Teg. Eventually I looked up (to the source of the crying sounds... It all happened too fast for me to put this together at the time), to see Tegwyn sitting up in her crib, crying into her little blanket.
No calamity. Just a lot of noise and heat.
but HOW IN THE WORLD did that hairdryer get on? Having ruled out dextrous, climbing babies; strange neighbors seeking to pull pranks; bedroom poltergeists and other possible interpretations - the only conclusion we can come to is that the hairdryer must have slipped and fallen (as pictures sometimes do in the night), and hit just the right place to set the big mechanical switch on. Weird. Weird. Weird.
posted by Bronwyn at 8:39 am
2 Comments:
This is the sort of thing that would freak me out and leave me jumpy for the rest of the evening, looking shiftily at shadows and listening carefully to every creak and twitter in the night.
I am sure that the heat and the noise produced by the hairdryer added more anxiety and stress to poor little Tegwyn as well...
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