Really there are several reasons why I would love to move out of our house, but an incredibly huge reason? The stupid freaking squeaky floors. I honestly have no clue how we didn't notice it before we had kids, or if it has really just gotten that much worse since we've owned the house, but the floors are LOUD. Absurdly loud.
Both of my girls have been light sleepers. Ryann isn't so much anymore, but as a baby, if you so much as breathed outside her door she woke up. I'm always amazed at the parents who check on their children after putting them to bed. Hell no. There is no way I'm chancing waking them up by opening their door. That is just night time suicide. And also the reason why my video monitor is one of my most prized baby gear items.
Side note: Raise your hand if your child is a light sleeper, and the slightest noise will rouse them, but a gigantic thunderstorm rolls through shaking the house and they don't even flinch. Yeah, my hand is up. WTH?
In regards to the title of the post, now that Elsie is sleeping in her crib and we're going through the whole sleep training process, it is even more terrifying to walk down the hallway to the bathroom or our bedroom. To keep from waking her, you must be sure to take the quietest path, which means tip toeing and hopping from non squeaky spot to non squeaky spot. No lie we've considering putting tape X's on the floor or something so there is less of a chance of hitting a loud spot.
We have a laundry chute in the closet that is between the girls bedrooms. Instead of using hampers we just throw all our dirty clothes in the hallway in front of the closet at the end of the day (classy, I know). Well the other day when both girls were napping I decided I really wanted to work on the laundry, but I hadn't thrown the clothes down the chute yet. A predicament for sure. There was no way I was going to open the door to the closet, because all the stupid doors in our house are loud too, so I debated whether doing laundry was really worth it. But it needed to be done. So I ninjaed myself down the hall so I was straddling the loud parts, and did my best to scoop up the clothes. Then I used all the strength in my left leg to propel myself onto my right (all while holding two days worth of dirty clothes). After a little spinning balancing act I hopped back into the kitchen to safety.
It is ridiculous the things we have to do to keep the kids asleep.