The other day I was sitting on my basement steps, where I hide out if I really need a break or a mommy time-out (every mom with small children does this, just depends if she admits it or not. Do you really think it takes that long to switch the laundry over?). I was reading my Erma Bombeck book (she just cracks me up) and I hear a baby crying.
I thought to myself: Really?! I just put them to bed. She doesn’t normally cry this early. It sort of sounded like Elsie, who is always waking up in the night and I have no idea why…probably habit.
I waited for a few minutes. I didn’t hear Brad get up to go check, he was in his recliner watching tv. I listened for the baby to stop, but it was a persistent cry.
Ugh. I put my book down in mid sentence and got up , annoyed because Brad didn’t get up and go check. Why is this always my job? Even if he is closer?
When I went to go upstairs, I didn’t hear a thing. I stopped at the bottom of the steps and listened. Nothing.
I could have sworn I heard a baby crying. It wasn’t the tv. It was real.
I was telling this story at work and Donna asked, “Did Brad hear it?”
“No! He doesn’t even act like he hears the REAL babies crying,” I laughed.
I have heard this before, this baby crying, which actually doesn’t sound like one of mine, but when I hear the crying I have to go check.
It’s not the neighbors, they are old and you hardly ever see them or anyone coming or going.
So where the hell is this cry coming from?!
It is just the strangest thing. Sometimes I just think I hear one of the twins crying. I’ll ask Brad to mute the tv to see if I really have to get my butt off the couch or not, because sometimes you just think you hear your kids crying.
But this cry, I know I hear it. It is persistent. Plain as day.
I’m not hearing things, but maybe I’m losing it.
I would actually believe that last statement a couple of months ago when I was sleep deprived. But I have had this happen several times before, that same cry. Drives me crazy that I can’t figure out where it is coming from. It is not very often, every couple of months or so. Strangest thing.
MAYBE I’m hearing things… MAYBE I am loosing it… Or MAYBE there is something strange about this house…
Now it is time to turn the imagination off, because I think of too many crazy things of why I hear a strange ghost baby cry in this house.