Sunday, September 20, 2015
When I asked Charles to get me a piece of toilet paper so I could wipe my nose, he technically came through.
After being kicked out of my own bed in the middle of the night by two little visitors, I switched to the bottom bunk of one of their beds. A few hours later, I heard Pat's carpool knocking on the door, meaning he'd overslept. I started yelling across the house for him to wake up. When he didn't, I got up to run to him only to trip over a big mess of train tracks and go down. Later, my oldest, who was on the top bunk and was awakened by all the chaos, reenacted the whole thing. I had to admit, it was pretty funny.