Train Phobia

Erik was still nervously chattering about trains as I put him into bed last night. I snuggled into my own bed to stay up late and watch the new episode of Breaking Bad when I heard the whistle of the 10:40 pierce the night air. I frantically pressed the mute button on the TV remote and waited with every one of my muscles locked into a tight, whole body cringe.

He slept through it this time.

At this rate, I am developing my own issues regarding trains and sirens. I freeze every time I hear one and ready myself to begin the damage control process.

Sigh.