Which is a good thing, because she’s getting the BOOT today.
Not out of the house, just out of our ROOM. Yes, we can only blame ourselves. We started this evil tradition back when we moved into a two-story house. When one of the kids is sick, we throw a pallet (aka sleeping bag) on the floor and let the sick child sleep on the floor of our room. That way I can hear the crying, take temperatures, and help people to throw up without getting it all over their beds, without having to traipse up and down the stairs a million times a night.
Problem is, this seemingly simple, step-saving exercise has morphed over the years into the kids finding every excuse to throw a slumber party in our room. Now, on Friday nights, and when one of us is out of town, we can expect to hear the rustle of sleeping bags being hauled into our room.
So Annie’s the one who’s sick? No matter! Out with the sleeping bags. “We’ll keep her company, Mom.” Most nights since she got sick Saturday (well, actually since Friday, since that's slumber party night!), we have had three or four kids on the floor; at least one night, ALL FIVE KIDS were surrounding our bed.
Normally I don’t mind. Sometimes it feels like there’s not enough oxygen, but, hey, we’ve all managed to wake up alive. I suppose there’s going to come a time someday when they will not want to sleep in our room, so it’s not that big of a deal. When we need our privacy, we move them on out.
But last night was the worst. Three kids were on the floor, and I was the last one to come to bed. Annie was on Dennis’s side, but her SNORING was raising the rafters all the way to China (did I mention she had a stuffy nose?). After a few minutes of trying to ignore it, I got up to move her to her tummy.
Dennis sleepily said, “What are you doing?”
“I can’t sleep with all this noise!”
“Huh? I didn’t even hear her!”
When I got to her, I was disappointed to realize she was ALREADY on her stomach. I turned her over, gave her some cold medicine, but the sound only got worse! I tried to get into bed and put a pillow over my head, but it was no use. The vibration from her obviously clogged sinuses was shaking the bed frame!
I couldn’t take it any longer. I got up, grabbed all my pillows (4) and went to ANNIE’s bed upstairs. So it's a twin, but it was dark and quiet. Ahhhh....
I couldn't worry about the precedent I was setting. I just needed some sleep!
Anyway, this morning, first thing, Dennis said, “I can’t take it any more!”
“Here’s the sequence: Snoring, snoring, snoring. Me getting up to turn Annie over. Snoring, snoring, snoring. Me getting up to turn her over. Repeat all night.”
Yep, his eyes looked very bloodshot. I felt bad that I’d had such a great night's sleep on that little twin bed in a dark, silent room."Okay," I said non-chalantly, "She seems to be doing better today, anyway."
But secretly I was amazed.
I guess he could hear her….once I left the room!