At 01:00, dog wanted covered up.
At 02:15, dog wanted covered up again.
At 03:15, dog wanted out, but I made her lie back down and covered her up.
At 04:something, MonkeyBoy began to cry out loudly for help! I popped up out of bed to assess, only to find he had puked over the side of his bed. Oh well, better the nasty carpet, than the bed and sleeping bag!
(thankfully no pictures of this!)
|I knew you could say it!|
After that, despite trying to fall back asleep, it didn't really happen so I just got up at about 06:15 and stole a cup of DH's Walmart coffee (blech) as I was too tired and lazy to brew my own good stuff.
And yesterday was just cold, icy and nasty. We didn't even venture outside. Neither DH nor I felt 100%. Even the Super