Woo's blog: "Steph's Musings...."

Last night, I was down in my part of the house, changing into my pajamas, when I heard this loud thunderous crash. The floor above me shook. I heard my mom yell to my father on her cell "I have to go!" and heard her cell phone go flying across the kitchen. I go running upstairs, as I'm jogging through the living room I hear "OH MY GOD!" from my son's room. I stop mid jog and am not sure what my next plan of action was. The way my mom yelled made my mind go right into "Oh my god, my son is either bleeding or dead." I immediately start hyperventilating. I continue to run into his room. Get in there to find that his chest of drawers is on top of him. His 15 inch television just inches from his head. Apparently, my 6 year old thought it would be an awesome idea to stand on his bottom drawer to watch cartoons. After we got him out from underneath the chest, and made sure he was okay, I wanted to kill him. Nothing like the panic of thinking your baby boy is injured, or worse. Dead. It just made my really awesome day yesterday, that much better!