We have lived in this house for eight years, so I am very familiar with all the typical house noises going on here. This is very reassuring seeing how I am here a lot with just the kids. Our house is wonderful and I am never scared in it, ever. Well, last night I was reading Ben his night time stories when all the sudden I head a not-typical noise that startled me...it was like something had fallen.
I put the book down and nearly ran downstairs - my heart starting to beat faster -but, not before opening the nursery door to make sure Cecilia was safe. Lexi was laying in her usual spot in the dining room. I turned the corner and Cali was laying in the family room. The dogs are a great indication of something gone bad, as they are very alert and would bark or become excited if something strange was up.
So, the dogs were not startled. Mmmm, I thought, what could it be? I figured since the dogs weren't alerted that it must have been from upstairs. I looked into the spare bedroom thinking it was the portable crib that was in the closet...nope, that was normal. The bathroom was normal. What did I hear? I went back to reading books to Ben, and went on with my night.
Later on, I opened my closet door to find this:
Basically some clip thing broke which took down the rod. I am assuming it is an easy fix. I am, however, leaving this for Steve to repair...I just don't have the energy.