1. I got tired of waiting for Eric to fall asleep tonight, so I told him 37 times to stay in his my bed and go to sleep. He nodded his head each time but never actually said anything. When Nathaniel went upstairs to bed about half an hour later, he never reported that he had to actually step over a sleeping Eric sprawled on the floor on the upstairs landing.
2. About 20 minutes later, a completely naked Serena came down stairs, crying and with snot coming out of her nose. Pretty. And…naked?
Diarrhea.
In the bed.
3. After the washing machine quit spinning, I heard some thumping upstairs. I ignored it. It’s better to ignore the nighttime thumping actually. Not long after, I needed something upstairs and discovered Nathaniel lying semi-asleep on the floor where Eric had been (now safely and tenderly placed on his my bed), lightly running his fingernails up and down his abdomen. Don’t ask about that one. It’s probably better you don’t know. I got him up and to his bed but he never responded to anything I said so I think he was asleep.
Long night.
September 20th, 2007 at 12:22 pm
Yikes…bed times can be hard enough, but when you throw in all the bodily fluids… They should offer a program where you can call the Teen Pregnancy Prevention Hotline and they drag some high schooler out of bed to come cleanup the mess.