August 4, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
What would you say if I told you that after weeks of Bugaboo waking frequently during the night (and needed twice the sleep medication just to get eight hours of sleep) that he suddenly put himself to bed two nights in a row.
And slept for twelve hours straight.
And had to be roused several times in the morning.
And was calm and sat staring at a DVD (UNHEARD OF, FOLKS) for about two hours?
Yes. It was too good to be true. His teacher called me just as he was due home today to let me know that half of his class was sent home sick today with a stomach virus. As in, four out of eight kids. Bugaboo apparently had the runs three times before they were all, “HOLY CRAP (literally). HE’S GOT IT, TOO.”
And I skipped my nap today because I was all, “OMFG. I slept two days in a row! I FEEL GREAT! Now I’m gonna clean the whole house and make a really awesome, complex dinner and do paperwork and make phone calls because I’M AWESOME LIKE THAT.
So, tomorrow when I complain about how tired I am? It’s because:
A) Bugbaoo has to remain home twenty-four hours (at least)
2) I’m not getting a nap tomorrow, either
D) I’m going to be (hypothesizing here, stay with me) up all night with puking or pooing.
The good news? He won’t need a laxative today.