This morning I was startled awake by screams.
It was still dark so I wasn't sure which crying child was headed my direction.
WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT HAPPENED?
I yelled from my cozy bed. My tongue bathed in the remnants of last night's wine adventure.
More cries. But this time my keen ear distinguished this to be Little E.
I thought his streak of never vomiting had unfortunately come to an end. The only time Big E cried like this was when he vomited all over himself and his bed, which was awesome, by the way.
I FELL OUT OF MY BED! IT HURT!
Poor Little E. He dropped it like it was hot. Right out of his leathery Costco trundle bed.
I pulled him into bed as I still hadn't garnered enough strength to get up. I'm not even sure if Mr. Yoy woke up for this. He quietly snored away next to me.
I soothed Little E as I strained to catch the time. 6:30. He's up for the day. And with all the adrenaline pumping through my tired body from the sudden wake-up call, I'm up, too. I might head down to our street and flip some parked cars over. For fun.
Who's with me?