Tornado A was rolling around from 12:00 to 1:30.
Tornado E was up from 1:00 to 2:30. Until he finally called, “Mommy, I threw up!” What? My sleepless brain registered the comment and responded, “Climb into my bed.”
Tornado E woke up at 5:30 asking if it was morning. And then repeated the question every ten minutes for the next hour. When I finally realized he had a fever.
Yeah, my brain does not function well on broken sleep.
Good news: I think it’s allergies. His nose and eyes are itchy. Meds and he was fine. Sort of.
Of course, I couldn’t run errands or make my phone calls or study or write my original post.