ME, THAT’S WHO.
Why?
Well, sometime around 2am, Matthew woke up screaming "MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" at the top of his lungs.
I bolted up in bed as if someone had sounded the fire alarm. I go flying into his room and he is sitting up in bed, telling me he heard a car horn. He’s also half-asleep.
So I tuck him back in, go back to my bed, and am now lying there WIDE AWAKE.
And listening for car horns.
2am turns into 3am.
And hello,what is with ALL THE RANDOM THINGS that run through your head at 3am???
“I wonder if he really did hear a car horn? Well at least he wasn’t waking me up to tell me he was sick. Strrrrrrretchhhh. I should really take a yoga class one day. Bethenny Frankel has those weird yoga toes though. I don’t want those. Did I return the school picture form back to Carter’s teacher? What should I make for dinner tonight? Maybe I should just get up and make the kids’ lunches now and get that over with. How many more days this week do I have to make lunch? What day is it even today? Why does Heidi Montag think she looks more natural recently? She gets 10 plastic surgeries in one day and she thinks she looks more normal and less plastic-y? She’s an idiot. I think I did return that school picture form on time. WAS THAT A CAR HORN?”
Now it’s 4am. And I’m here writing a post I had no intention of writing when I went to bed last night. Once you have kids, you never sleep blissfully unaware ever again, do you?
