“Momma, wake up…”
I sat up with a start, not sure if I was still dreaming. My room door was ajar and I could tell that all the lights in the living room were turned on. As my eyes struggled to adjust to the light, I noticed that Kirsten was standing at the door, butt-naked and completely soaked from head to toe.
“Are you ok, princess? Are you hurt?” I jumped out of bed, my brain still trying to make sense of what was happening.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped her up nice and snug, then peered at the clock. 5.45am. FML.
Every single light in the living room and kitchen was turned on, including the table lamps. She had meticulously grabbed a chair to access all the light switches. In the kitchen, an entire bottle of detergent had been emptied and the water was left running at the sink. I glanced down and a foamy puddle had already formed on the floor next to her wet jammies. This must have been going on for a while. The bathroom floor was all wet, evidence that someone had just taken a shower.
“Tell momma what happened, baby,” I asked her, still holding her close to warm her up.
“I cannot find kor kor. It’s very dark so I turned on all the lights.”
“And why are you all wet?”
“I played with the water so my clothes are all wet then I take them off. I bathed myself because I’m a big girl now.”
“I won’t even ask why, but did you need to do it at 5 in the morning?”
“You change for me now, I’m tired. I want to go sleep,” she instructed with an air of finality.
I wasn’t quite sure how to handle a situation like this, so I did as she asked. I changed her into fresh PJs, cleaned up the kitchen, made her some milk and brought her back to bed.
The next morning, she acted like nothing had happened and when I brought it up, she just looked at me blankly like I made up the whole thing.
I actually wish it was a dream because I’m pretty sure normal 3-year-olds don’t do this level of crazy. But then I actually have the soaked jammies to prove otherwise.