You know when you dream about having kids, you think of all the fun times, the love, laughter, etc? Puppies, rainbows, hugs, kisses? Yeah, last night, around here - NOT THAT. It all started off when I got out of the shower and discovered Cade half asleep in my bed. I decided to leave him there because I was tired and didn't feel like dealing with pouty, sleepy 8 year old. I get my nightly "chores" done (lay out clothes, set coffee maker, fill cups with milk/juice) and get in bed. Have trouble sleeping due to snoring child. At about 11:30, I am JOLTED awake by Tristan, who is standing by my bed shrieking "MAMA!!!" Cade and I both bolt upright and scream, "What is it?" Turns out that he had a nightmare that there were ants in his bed and refused to sleep there. Insisted on laying on the couch. I stupidly turned on Noggin, and he proceeded to get into Wow Wow Wubbzy. Sigh. Stumble back to bed, listen to snoring, fall asleep.
About an hour later...
"MAMA!!" sheer panic. Cade is freaking out. Fah-reaaking O.U.T. By the time I manage to sit up and thankfully, get out of the way, he has thrown up all over my bed. I drag him to the bathroom, and OMG, it is everywhere. I don't deal well with bodily fluids. Clean him up, clean walls, floor, child, throw sheets in washing maching, look up to see Tristan standing there. "I can't sleep." Lather, rinse, repeat once an hour the rest of the night.
Yeah, they don't tell you about those times in the books or movies. I deserve hazard pay.