O Dark 30

O Dark 30 was a term I first heard used when I was active duty Air Force. It meant you had gotten up at some ungodly hour in the middle of the night to come to work. I still use it however and it refers to any time I have to get up between when I fall asleep at night and originally intended to get up in the morning. Well, at 0 dark 30 last night JR woke me up with an earache. I got up and half asleep slid him into bed next to me. I don't know why, but I just laid there next to him and blew my hot breath into his ear. Strangely enough, it helped him and oddly enough that is an old wives remedy if you don't have a heating pad. He fell asleep, but later on awoke and wanted to be back in his bed. Ten minutes later..... still O Dark 30 mind you..... Gramps... yes JR.... I have to pee. Have you ever been so tired that you just handed a 4 yr old a cup and got back in bed? Well he did a good job!! Back to bed, but sleep never came again for either of us. Sometime at the crack of dawn two of our recently freed cats decided they would have a VERY LOUD argument on the front porch, which is right outside our bedroom door. Since throwing something at the door didn't sound logical, I got up opened the door and off they scampered. Now, I'd seen the light of day and there was no going back to sleep so I got dressed and JR, Dash and I headed out into the quiet morning. It was 5am. You've probably noticed there are no pics with this post.... that's because I'm dead tired still. We only went for a short walk before JR realized he was barefoot and wanted to watch cartoons. Back in the house he climbed on the sofa grabbed a blanket and quickly became engrossed in Lilo n Stitch. I went about my normal morning ritual of talking to the coffee machine and trying to remember Steve's eggs needed to be cooked before I put them on the tortilla. Eventually Steve got up and was shadowed through HIS morning ritual of getting showered and dressed by an inquisitive and wide awake JR. Breakfast made and coffee smelling good, JR returned to the couch for more cartoons as Doc put his shoes on.... Suddenly JR starts crying, gets up comes directly to me and projectile vomits all over my shirt. I just held him and let him finish puking onto my shirt. At this point Steve was staring wild eyed at the two of us sitting there in some vomit fused embrace. Poor Steve, he never had kids and although he's had 4 yrs to get use to all the bodily fluids that kids can dispense at any given moment, it still freaks him out a little. So with a kiss blown through the air and a seriously concerned "I hope you feel better".... he was out the door. I don't think he's ever wanted to go catch that train more than today. Being a spew deposit is an undesired reward, but for a child to choose you when they feel ill is a high honor! Just like we adults rely on someone we feel closest to when we're sick a child won't just go to anyone. When he finished, I removed his clothes.... washed him down with a cold wash cloth (he seemed feverish), redressed him, and placed him back on the sofa to continue his cartoon watching. I was going to check his temp but he's asleep for the moment. I'll check it when he wakes up again. For now I'm just going to watch him smile in his sleep.... oh and do some laundry. The sun finally popped over the mountain, and I feel like I'm half way through my day!! It's 7:00 in the morning.