Oh, did I say it was the baby keeping me awake at night?
When I was three or four, living in Germany, my parents had to go away for a night and they left me with some family friends. There were a bunch of kids who were sleeping at their house that night, I don’t remember why. I do, however, remember sleeping in a room with large holes in the ceiling. The kids who lived at the house were slightly older and spent the night telling me that when I fell asleep, the giants who lived in the ceiling would come down and eat me. (This paired with my parents telling me that if I didn’t go to sleep, the big dogs from upstairs would come down and eat me – no wonder I have sleep issues!) I don’t remember much from my childhood, but I remember this. I was itty-bitty, of course I believed and trusted the older, cool kids.
So when, a few weeks after having the baby, the ceiling started leaking and the plumber came to fix it and cut a big hole in the ceiling and just left it that way… I was not a happy camper. Yes, I’m 31 years old. Yes, looking at the large, gaping hole in my ceiling makes me wonder when the giants will be coming. (And the spiders, but that’s another issue altogether.) We’ve been meaning to get a dry-waller in here to patch it up but it’s been one thing after another and a major case of procrastination. But since we’re really wanting to sell the house, and soon, I really need to get it fixed.
My giant portal:
Tomorrow. I’ll call the dry-waller tomorrow. Really.