After a long day caring for an unwell child, washing and drying clothes, cooking dinner and general cleaning up, I was glad to follow Caleb’s suggestion to go for a sanity walk at the end of the day. It was a beautiful walk, so refreshing especially as I love being in nature. I returned to find Caleb and the 4 kids all sitting on the couch. All calm. All settled. All looking well.
Then the story started to come out.
Randall had been stuck on top of the shed. No back up. Randall had been stuck on top of the neighbour’s shed.
I took a deep breath in.
Whilst dad was
messing on his phone doing important things, Davina had decided to rescue their missing ball from the neighbour’s garden. Her younger sister Sara had asked one of the residents there to get it, but they were unable to find it. Being the oldest, Davina decided to take matters into her own hands. With great skill Davina stealthily took the ladder from our garden and leaned it against the shed in the neighbour’s garden. She climbed up, peered over the top but couldn’t see the ball so reluctantly returned. Sara decided to follow suit and have a go, but was unable to locate it either. Randall, unimpressed by his two big sisters’ failed attempts to rescue the ball, decided to take matters into his own hands. Randall assessed the situation and realigned the ladder in the prime position to get up the shed. His sisters made a few futile efforts to deter Randall him he was determined – he wanted the ball. He not only climbed up the ladder, but took it a step further than his sisters and got fully on top of the shed. Upon his arrival he did a little victory dance but was then struck by fear when he realised he could not get back down.
That’s when the screaming began.
Screaming for dad to come to the rescue.
Screaming for dad to get him down.
Apparently the neighbours two doors down even came out in their bath robes, screaming for him to come down.
The screaming worked! Dad jumped out of his stupor and was moved into action when he saw the horrific situation. Unable to jump over the wall as nimbly as the children had, he pounded the neighbour’s door (being night workers they were fast asleep) and asked permission to get through the gate.
Dad to the rescue.
Ball still lost.
I was too flabbergasted to even know what to say to all of this.
1, 2, 3, 4 there were still 4 kids.
There was still 1 husband.
What could I say?!
#this did not happen when I was home