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Having convinced self was being an idiot, I tried putting kids down for nap back in the bedroom yesterday.
Cue all aforementioned noises, and then the worst thing ever: distinct whisper, a girl's voice I think, saying, "Where is he? I can't find him."
Am ashamed to record that for half a second I froze, unable to move. Then I remembered that my babies were down that hall, in the room with WHATEVER THE HELL THAT WAS, and I bolted down to rescue them. Nothing visible in room, of course. Grabbed baby and toddler, waking the latter (who was crabby all day as a result), and resettled them in the living room with me. Unplugged the damned monitor.
Will be camping in the living room every day that my husband isn't home. Time until removalists arrive and we relocate to a hotel, then move altogether, cannot come fast enough.
Cue all aforementioned noises, and then the worst thing ever: distinct whisper, a girl's voice I think, saying, "Where is he? I can't find him."
Am ashamed to record that for half a second I froze, unable to move. Then I remembered that my babies were down that hall, in the room with WHATEVER THE HELL THAT WAS, and I bolted down to rescue them. Nothing visible in room, of course. Grabbed baby and toddler, waking the latter (who was crabby all day as a result), and resettled them in the living room with me. Unplugged the damned monitor.
Will be camping in the living room every day that my husband isn't home. Time until removalists arrive and we relocate to a hotel, then move altogether, cannot come fast enough.