I don't know about you, but when I have to get up at 5 AM every morning (that's right, my kids are early risers) I need to go to bed by 10 PM. No late news for me, and we tivo Craig Ferguson. So imagine my surprise being woken up at 11:30 PM by my bed shaking like a San Fransico earthquake. My husband's coughs have no break, poor man, until 1 AM. At 2 AM my six-year-old comes down stairs, "Mom, my stomach hurts." So we go upstairs to take a look. The whole upstairs is lit up like a Christmas tree because my four-year-old has thrown up in bed. Send the six-year-old to bed, clean up the four-year-old and run to the store for emergency gatorade. Set the four-year-old up and six-year-old comes out with two-year-old in hand. He is coughing so hard his "tummy hurts." Send six-year-old back to bed; rock two-year-old and put him back to bed. Tell six-year-old to eat a couple of crackers because goodness knows that I am too hungry to sleep and tell her to go back to sleep. Check on the four-year-old, she is sleeping--it is 3:15 AM. Lay down and hear ten-month-old coughing in her sleep. Sigh and close my eyes. 3:45 AM six-year-old, "Mom, I threw up." Clean bathroom, change pajamas, and wait for it to come again. Start reading (by the way, I have a cold and have lost my voice) a chapter out of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle <amazing book for kids about first-fourth grade>. Set up a bed on the floor for six-year-old and put her to bed; it is 4:30 AM. Lay down, close my eyes, alarm goes off at 5 AM. Get up, take shower, check on everyone.......
Ask Husband to Stay Home and I Take a Nap.
No comments:
Post a Comment