From when I was deep in the throes of new-baby-no-sleep tiredness.
I got up late one night (early morning?) to feed a crying baby, yet again, the every-three-hour cycle that never ended. And I thought the door to our bedroom was open, but Bryce must have closed it. We have a mirror on the back of the door. As I started to walk through what I thought was an open door, I saw a person approaching me and my brain told myself that someone was in our house. I startled and backed up quickly (who knew I could move so fast) and made a very scared sound--so scared that Bryce came flying up out of bed to put his arms around me. My brain immediately righted itself and I realized that it was only me in the mirror, but my heart was beating fast nonetheless. Yes, myself in the mirror scared me.
It was funny in the morning.
I wanted to remember that so I thought I would post about it here. :-)
And hopefully someone gets a chuckle out of it.
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