Squeak squeak

In May, we shuffled the house and Helen’s room is now directly under the sewing/craft/storage room. The floor squeaks really badly up there, especially near the doorway.

If I’m busy in there after she goes to bed, moving around a lot, Helen will frequently have nightmares.

So I’m torn. I really want to go up there and work on a scrapbook or our Christmas stockings (which are looking pretty good, actually), or whatever, but I don’t want her to come upstairs in the middle of the night complaining about wolves or snakes or water or whatever the terror of the day is.