The other night was hysterical, in a certain sort of way. At the close of Halloween, my sweet husband was out like a light (he’d been up at 4 a.m. most mornings and due to our baby’s teething, we’ve had almost zero sleep this week). So I drove down my son’s friend (who’d been at our home) to his home in a neighboring city at 10:30 p.m. I got back just as our 16-year-old came home on time from his party at 11 p.m. but stayed up to talk ALL about it until almost midnight. The baby woke up at 1:30 a.m. with sore teeth. My nine-year-old Chloe came in at 2 a.m. saying she was throwing up—not from candy (she’d only had two pieces, which should have been my first clue) but with swollen glands. I get her settled, then my seven-year-old comes in at 3 a.m with a fever and swollen glands. At 4 a.m. the baby wakes again and by this time, I can’t keep track of who is sleeping where and needs what. With a few hours of shut eye, my 7th grader gets up at 6:30 a.m. and says she doesn’t feel well.
Didn’t Thomas Paine once say, “These are the times that try men’s souls?” I think he got that from his wife.
Fabulously, we had a chilled out day and evening. But what I learned was this—next year, I’ll be prepared, with medicine and apple juice for the Nightmare After Halloween But Well Before Christmas…
Best,
Connie
Thanks for being human and for starting my day with a laugh. And I love your comment about Thomas Paine– I too think he must have heard that from his wife!