I was woken up the first time by Mister Two. The clock said 5:55am, so I let him have a cuddle until the radio came on.
He was starting to squirm. "Elmo?"
"Okay, you can go and watch Elmo." I turned on Sesame Street, tucked him on the sofa with a blanket, then trundled back to bed.
I was woken the second time by my cellphone alarm. 6:30am. I reached over and turned it off, then snuggled back under the duvet.
I was woken the third time by the windows rattling in their frames. I didn't stop to look at the clock. The sofa where I had left Mister Two is beneath a bookcase. The bookcase itself is secured, but the books might shake off it. I ran quickly into the lounge - Boy was running towards me. "Wobble!" We had a cuddle back on the sofa after the shaking stopped, then I tucked the blanket back around him. I glanced at the clock on the way to the shower. 6:37am.
I was at my desk at work. For some reason the internet was running very slowly. The page I was trying to log onto was still loading ... the desk started wobbling, then the house started rocking. My workmate shrieked and scrambled under her desk. I probably should duck under cover too then. My heart was pounding in my chest as I crouched under my desk. I checked the time on my cellphone: 2:40pm. I found it hard to concentrate. A quick text to let Hubby know I was okay. His reply - he hadn't felt it. I appreciated the afternoon coffee an hour later.
I was shuffling my way through some files. The boss was on the phone to a client, chatting about the earlier shake. The house started rocking again. "Hang on" the Boss said, "Here's another one coming through". I stayed in my seat, bracing my hands against the desk. I glanced at the computer clock: 4:20pm This time Hubby text me to let me know he definitely felt that one. "There's some monkey poo flying around here". It took more than a minute to stop shaking. It took even longer for me to stop feeling shaky.
Just another day in the "new normal".