I’m tired. It’s been raining for like 13 days here. (Well, two anyway.) Yesterday there was even thunder. And you may remember that Lydia is TERRIFIED of thunder. So, last night I was half awake listening for the thunder and her cry. (That’s some serious faith in my daughter, isn’t it?) Anyway, I heard thunder three times. She only called out once. My husband checked on her (love him!). Still, I couldn’t sleep. I kept hearing THIS NOISE.
It was kinda like the whining of a machine. Or maybe a baby? It was a weird high-pitched sound that crescendoed about 75 times a minute. Les and I laid in the bed contemplating what it might be…broken humidifier in the kids’ room? an animal howling outside? an alarm?
Finally I made asked my husband to get up and check it out. He opened our back door, immediately turned around and said, “It’s a frog.”
A FROG?
Frogs say RIBBIT. This was not RIBBIT. This was more like eeeEEERRRIIIIIIIIBBBBBBEEEeeeeEEEETTTttttTTTT. Every once in awhile that little froggie would take a break (probably ambling closer to my window) and I’d fall asleep. Then I’d slightly wake up to hear him in the background—far far away. I’d fight myself to go back to sleep, “DON’T LISTEN TO IT! DON’T LISTEN!” But it was too late, my mind would pinpoint the sound and suddenly it was so loud I couldn’t sleep. Again. I think when all was said and done, I spent about 4 hours sleeping and about 4 hours listening to that frog.
“It ain’t easy bein’ green.” Hmph. I’d like to deliver on that promise.
photo by kermit on tour, which is hilarious and worth a click.
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Twitter: staci
March 11, 2010 at 10:27 am
I know exactly what you mean about the sound of a baby crying. That happened to me and I actually called 911 b/c there was a story going around about how robbers would leave a recording of a baby crying on your front porch. When you would open the door to check it, they would getcha!
Well that freaked me out so I called 911 and told them that I thought THAT was happening to me then I called Mandi (about 10:45 pm) and went to her house to spend the night!
I know those cops thought I was an idiot!
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too funny…
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My 11-year-old grandson loves frogs. Me? Not so much … especially when last Thanksgiving he brought one into the house and PUT IT ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER. I banned Jay and the frog to the great outdoors.
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March 11, 2010 at 3:51 pm
Don’t you hate that? I don’t have insomnia often, but when I do it’s because my brain gets stuck on a sound and can’t let go. Here’s hoping you have a better night tonight.
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March 11, 2010 at 3:57 pm
oh kermie.
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this is why I sleep with ear plugs….yes, I’m like an old lady but I am such a light sleeper that my husband’s normal breathing keeps me awake. The ear plugs help me sleep but yet I am still tuned into my kids’ on their monitors and every little noise they make.