Last night around 2:30am I dreamt that a door was opening and closing, opening and closing. There was this never ending cycle, a relentless opening and closing of a single door. I've been going through some major transitions in my life-new job beginning in a week from now, old job ending. A new life starting after 8 years. These types of dreams are pretty normal for me. My brain is very Freudian and obvious in most ways. When I graduated high school I dreamt every night for a month that my teeth were falling out.
I was awakened from this opening and closing door dream to the sound of Husband exclaiming: "What the hell?!" I suddenly realized that the opening and closing of a door was not a dream, but was coming from the house, our house, inside our house. Husband got up to investigate. I figured if someone should be killed by a murderer opening and slamming a door, it was best that it was Husband and not me.
It turned out to be our 3 year old. He had left his bedroom for the first time in the middle of the night! He is a baby no more. It's been a while since we changed him over from his crib to his big boy bed. It's also been a while since we took the fancy door handle that he couldn't open from inside his room off, and yet this was the first time he felt the need to leave his room in the middle of the night to explore the nocturnal world. Why now we wondered? His first adventure in this new world consisted of standing outside his bedroom, opening and slamming his bedroom door. It all felt very confusing at the time. Husband suspects that after 3 year old decided to leave his room that he wanted to be tidy about it, so he promptly shut the door after himself. Unfortunately the door to his bedroom doesn't always shut properly, so Husband figures he was slamming it over and over trying to get it to latch.
In my 2am stupor I came to the the private conclusion that 3 year old was probably possessed by some ghost devil in our house like one of those creepy children from a horror movie. The movie you tell yourself not to watch, and then when you do, it sticks with you for the rest of your life and you can never quite look at twins the same way with out grimacing. You see, I am terrified of 3 year leaving his room at night. Not because I am worried that my baby will get hurt exploring the house alone without being supervised, but because the thought of stumbling upon a 2 and half foot tall person in the hallway when I am trying to find my way to pee in the dark seems horrifying to me for some reason. Chalk it up to too many scary movies I suppose.
When I ask Husband what 3 year wanted he simply said: "he wanted milk". What? Was he going to get it himself? Was he on his way to come get us? We will never know. As Husband climbed back into bed at the wee hours of the morning he sighed " and thus it begins..." I couldn't help but wonder if he meant a ritual haunting of our house and that we should probably busy ourselves hooking up prison style cameras in every room, or the fact that this was probably the beginning of 3 year old entering our room while we slept to demand various liquids to drink at odd hours.
