Do you know what's worse than a nightmare? Walking in to your parent's room and scarring the daylights out of them which, in turn, scares you even more! Umm, yeah, not our proudest parenting moment.
Gregg and I were sound asleep at 2 AM when our daughter woke up terrified from a bad dream. As she ran her tiny little self into our room she accidentally knocked our door against the wall. Hard. Hence the screams of terror that commenced from the three of us. The loud bang against the wall scared the stink out of Gregg and me which set off the worst chain of events in our parenting years. As our poor daughter stands in the doorway of our bedroom seeking comfort her idiot parents are screaming their heads off in fear. Which made her scream in fear. It was awful, I tell ya, a-w-f-u-l!!! Momma, help me!
After about a minute of the three of us screaming at the top of our lungs Gregg finds the composure to tell us, "Everybody needs to stop screaming." Hmm, yeah, he was screaming too. And not only was he screaming, he screamed the loudest. Talk about a rude awakening!
Obviously, no one was able to go back to sleep right away. Violet was trembling from fear, my heart was pumping so hard that I was afraid it'd pump right out of my chest, and Gregg was lying there trying to calm his girls down. Not the easiest task after what we had just been through. Gracious, what a night! There's no telling what our neighbors thought was going on in our house.