dress ~ Urban Original
shoes ~ Go Jane
earrings ~ hand-me-down from lil sister kristin
bracelets/watch ~ vintage, thrifted
chris goes on an annual golf trip every year with some buddies. the first time he went, i was about eight months pregnant with eva. henry and i had had a nice day together, and we both went to bed fairly early. i fell asleep with my light on, as i often do when i read before i go to bed. and i woke up to a slight swishing noise. i thought i was dreaming, or i thought it was some weird pregnancy side effect, and i didn't think too much about it. but then i heard it again, and i started to feel a presence nearby. i slowly opened my eyes and saw a bat circling my head. i ran out of the room, slammed the door and ran into what would soon be henry's new room. i didn't want to go into his room for fear that the bat would follow me. so i put a towel under the crack of his door and locked myself in the other bedroom. the only problem was that my phone was in our bedroom, and i was now locked in a bedroom in a nightgown, eight months pregnant. i thought about climbing off the balcony and down a gutter to enlist my neighbor's help...but then i thought twice. remember, eight months pregnant and nightgown? so i did what i had to do and ran into my room as fast as i cold to grab my phone, ran out and slammed the door again.
i called my little sister and bjorn, her boyfriend at the time (now my brother-in-law). it was about 2am, and luckily they were young and still awake. they drove over and bjorn came into the house, tennis racket in hand. he searched the whole upstairs to no avail. he had me convinced that however the bat got in, it also got out. so they left, and i, believing in his bat-tracking tendencies, went back to bed. the minute i turned the light off, i heard it come zooming at me again. so once again, i ran out of the room, slammed the door and called them once more. they came back, and brought with them a fierce determination to save this pregnant damsel in distress. he went upstairs again, and we waited. and waited. and waited. and what felt like an hour later (but was probably really only five minutes), bjorn screamed
like a girl and came running down the stairs yelling, "IT'S A BAT OUTTA HELL!" the bat was following him, so bjorn screamed at me to open the door. i did as i was told, let the bat out, only to have bjorn lock me outside with a hysterical bat. we must have been a sight.
of course the next year, we joked about the incident before chris went on his annual trip again. but it turned out to not be so funny because once again, as i was folding laundry in the basement, what comes flying at me but another bat. same weekend, different year. unfortunately for me, bjorn and kristin had moved out of the state, so they could no longer be my saviors. so i called the restaurant where my sister works, and about 10 minutes later, two employees, the owner and a customer all showed up with towels, rackets and some liquid courage. they called themselves the bat busters, and sure enough, they saved the day.
chris is due to leave on his annual trip again in a few short weeks. what do you think will happen?
have a batty day!