Bubby drives me crazy with the baby monitors. We have three different levels in our house and kids sleeping on all three levels. Bubby turns up the monitors loud enough at night that I can hear every snort, breath, snore, rustling of covers and cough.
My take on the whole baby monitor thing is unless the child is on fire, I really don't want to hear the monitor. If you have it turned down very low, and a child screams....you will hear it eventually.....won't you?
So about every early morning, say 3am, I am waking Bubby up. "Could you turn down the monitors please?" I have even taken to sneaking over to his side of the bed and trying to turn them down. Unsuccessfully of course.
On Christmas Eve, we told the kids they could all sleep in the basement. This would allow them to camp out in the family room and discuss Christmas until the wee hours of the morning and it would also allow Santa to successfully come down the chimney and deliver presents without waking a child. Bubby gave the children strict instructions...."DO NOT come upstairs in the morning until we come and get you. We can hear you when you wake up and then we will shout downstairs when it is okay to come up the stairs."
The next thing I know, Bubby is waking me up at 8:30 am.....hours after the children would wake up to see that Santa had come. "Hey!" Bubby says. "The kids are really sleeping in. They are not up yet." I rub my eyes and ask, "Is the monitor on?" "OH. MY. GOD. I forgot to turn on the monitor!" said Bubby.
And in that 30 seconds of complete silence, I hoped that when Bubby turned on the monitor we would just hear the quiet snores of our children.
(hearing screams at top of lungs)
"IT'S BEEN LIGHT FOR HOURS."
"SANTA DIDN'T COME!"
Oh. If you could only hear the crying, screaming and sobs coming from the basement. The children had probably been awake for at least 2 hours. I'm sure they thought Santa had kidnapped their parents or left them for dead.
Bubby must have them trained well because not once in their hours of strife, did they come up those stairs.
Do I feel a little bad? Maybe, just a little. But now that I am laughing about it, I'm going to be dreaming up what kind of senseless torture I can invoke on them next Christmas. (insert evil cackle here.)