Mrs. Nurse Boy here.
Last night was one of those precious nights that every mother delights in. After dinner, we all put on our PJ's, grabbed some blankets, and spent some time together in the living room. Bruiser and Sweet Pea both climbed into my lap and huddled under my blanket. Sweet Pea was sitting peacefully in my lap, Bruiser was reading a book to me and amazing me with his ever-improving reading skills, and Dimples was on the couch with his football cards spread out for miles. It was one of those moments when you take a mental picture.
Pretty soon they will all be too big to be in my lap or, worse, they won't want to be in my lap. Pretty soon football cards will be juvenile. Pretty soon Bruiser will be reading chapter books all by himself. While I often joke that one day I would like to go to the bathroom all by myself, I do realize that I just might be lonely when the opportunity arises. Last night was peaceful and relaxing. It warmed my heart.
That is, until Sweet Pea ran into our bedroom at 3 AM screaming at the top of her lungs.
After my heart palpitations returned to normal, Nurse Boy and I tried to understand what she was saying. Just when I thought she had had a bad dream, she threw up into her hands.
Yeah, I am NOT going to miss those wake up calls. Not one bit.
3 days ago