I went to bed at 6pm last night, for the 2nd night in a row. At 6:30, Aaron brought me food, which I ate, and fell back asleep. Sometime around 7 or 7:30, Aaron opened the door to my bat cave again and interrupted my slumber with,
A:"Hey, is Reese in here?"
M: (groggy) "What? no. I'm sleeping, close the door."
A:"Well, I can't find her anywhere, didn't she come in here?"
M: "Aaron. No. I'm asleep. Close the door....wait. You lost Reese?"
Aaron flipped on the lights and we found Reese right there in the bed next to me, sound asleep. I guess she'd told Aaron she was going to go "check on Mommy", and never returned. I don't even remember her coming in my room. Aaron left her in the bed with me, since she's on an antibiotic anyway, and slept on the couch. When she woke up this morning, she said, "Good morning, Mommy, I was worried about you. Are you feeling better? I'm much better, now."
She was worried about me. So sweet. My happy child is finally back! She then left for a donut run with Q and Daddy.
Because we want to teach our children that eating comfort food when you are sick is the best medicine of all.
Goodbye Butterflies
12 years ago