Monday, May 11, 2009
The Breakfast Intruder
This post may be a little on the dramatic side, but that is because I mapped it out in my head in the two hours I laid awake during the wee hours of Saturday morning because my heart was still beating out of my chest.
Saturday morning, around 4am I was sleeping soundly when I was suddenly awoken by a blood curdling scream. It startled me so bad that I actually jumped out of bed. As I was standing bleary eyed next to the bed, I was trying to process what I heard. In what seemed like forever, but really only amounted to a second in time, I thought about the cat. Was it her? Did she get in some sort of fight through the screen with a wild animal? But, the noise didn’t sound like a cat sound. It sounded like a human scream, so my next logical conclusion in my sleepy state was that someone had broken into the house and was in the process of killing us. Clearly, that could be the only other possible option for what I heard.
But then, I heard the screech again. I scanned the bed and noticed that the pugs were gone and while I was processing that thought, I heard the screech again and then I heard a sound I was all to familiar with. It was the sound of a metal bowl clanking against the glass top of the stove.
At that point, I realized that the screaming was in fact Sol, and that the problem was not that the pugs were under attack from some intruder, but that it was taking a bit too long for Sol’s breakfast to be served.
See, Sol gets very excited when it is time to eat and she likes to voice her excitement. However, she can’t hear. So rather then letting us know how happy she is to eat at a reasonable level, she screeches at the top of her lungs. Since she doesn’t hear anything, she just assumes that she isn’t making any noise and let me tell you that is not the case. That girl has some lungs on her.
After realizing what was going on, I plopped back in bed and thought to myself, “Looks like I just figured out what I am going to write about on Monday.”
A few minutes later Sol was finished her breakfast and she came back to bed. She curled up in the crook of my arm and within a few minutes was sound asleep completely unaware that she nearly gave her mother a heart attack just a few minutes earlier.
While Sol was sleeping soundly, I, on the other hand, was wide awake at this point. It took me about 2 hours to finally fall back asleep and shortly after I did wouldn’t you know the alarm went off.
