September 11, 2007

The Heavy Sleeper

Matthew arrived home from school today without a bear (the Kindergarten teacher's symbol of good behavior for the day), ant it was for not listening to instructions. He's been very good in class since the first week, so this was not the norm.

We sighed and realized it was going to be one of THOSE nights. Because his Not-Listening behavior is usually an all-day affair. We just have to suck it up, deal with him for the evening and his mood will hit the reset button during the night, without fail. Lucky for us, these days are few and far between, but they're still no fun when they happen.

By his early bedtime, he was kissed goodnight without a story (for turning on the shower on daddy while daddy was bathing him) and he went to bed amidst some noble protests. An hour later he was asleep in his room, and I poured myself a glass of chardonnay. Never while he's awake, that's my rule. I was starting to finally relax downstairs, watching Ice Age on cable when we heard the boom of something heavy falling on the floor above us.

At first I thought Melissa had fallen, because it sounded louder than a 45 pound child. We called up, and Melissa said it came from Matthew's room. We rushed up the stairs and looked inside. The ceiling fan had fallen. Wires were dangling from a hole in the ceiling and slivers of broken light bulb were on the floor.

By some miracle of Allah, it fell just past the end of the bed Matthew was sleeping in, and only one light bulb was broken on the floor. And Matthew? He slept through it all. He'll be woken up in a panic by cicadas outside in the trees, but a ceiling fan falls three feet from his bed and he's comatose. Ron said the cast-aluminum bracket holding it in the ceiling had broken in three places.

I put the kid in our bed while we cleaned it all up. Our hearts eventually slowed down to normal and Ron took the fan to the Chop Shop, returning later to stuff a towel in the hole. I returned Matthew to his bed and he never even awoke from all the moving around. He'll wake up for school tomorrow and probably say he had a good night's sleep.

And you better believe we're sleeping with OUR fan off tonight.


  1. are you sure he wasnt trying to swing from the fan, and then pretended sleep to cover his act? Thats what I would have done.

  2. Actually, I'm pretty sure that is something that Rob HAS done. Probably as recently as last week. Me, I'm proud of the little guy. Reminds me of once when dear Uncle Caveman slept through an earthquake when living in Vermont. . .