That is one of the funniest inside jokes amongst my sisters. It happened when all six of us shared a room in NYC. Seriously hilarious. But too hard to tell in a blog post.
But if you are a mom - you know that feeling. I think. You know when you have a brand new baby and you are SO tired. And you wake up at some time in the night and you can't remember did you feed the baby and put her back in the crib. You can't quite remember getting there. You kind of panic. Or wake up and the baby slept through the night for the first time and you panic that she is really ok. Crazy new mom syndrome.
Well I feel like I might be back at the stage. Waking up to make sure Kenyon has his pain killers every three hours or ice or whatever help he needs. I am seriously so tired that he has been waking himself up and trying to do it on his own. Actually I think the pain wakes him up. Which he sort of can take care of himself but not really. Then I hear him and wake up in that "where's the baby panic" realizing that I am supposed to be helping him. And wouldn't it be nice if I was an awesome wife and hopped out of bed every time he needed something? That would be cool for him.