A night in the Reese Family household:
8 p.m. After four books, two trips downstairs for drinks and a fruitless search for a stuffed toy, the kids are in bed.
9 p.m. I realize they’re asleep - and I’m still there. I crawl into my own bed.
10:15 p.m. Son comes in asking for water (his enlarged tonsils mean he breaths through his mouth a lot and is thirsty). He crawls into the twin mattress next to our queen (placed there while we remodel his room).
11:14 p.m. Dog wakes up me and Mr. Reese, barking at some unknown threat outside - at least to her. We get out of bed to investigate. I hear two people talking. Go to bed. We ask our pug, “Please go to sleep!”
12:55 a.m. Daughter wakes up coughing. Continues this for 20 minutes. A drink doesn’t help. A breathing treatment doesn’t help. She finally coughs so hard that mucus ends up all over me, the bed and the pillow.
She wants a shower. So do I.
1:35 a.m. Shower done (and we’ve woken up everyone else because we don’t have doors on our bathrooms right now as we’re remodeling). She’s wide awake. We read a book.
2 a.m. I’m guessing I’m asleep.
3:15 a.m. Two cats outside start to fight. Dog starts to bark. Repeat 10:15 p.m. events.
6:59 a.m. Son gets up. Daughter comes downstairs. No more coughing.
Thank goodness it’s Friday.
