I'm pretty sure I was delirious when I scheduled myself to work until 3:30am last night. I can't tell you for sure, because right now I know I'm delirious. Regardless of the delirium, I recall falling into bed this morning at 4:22am and praying with all my soul for the kids to sleep until noon. The Bible did say if you have faith as small as a mustard seed you can move mountains. Evidently you need faith as big as a Mack truck for 3 and 4 year olds to sleep past 7:15.
My first foggy memory of this morning (post sunrise, though I do have some whoppers from the wee hours in the ER) was hearing Jake and Ty stampede down the hall to my bedroom and burst through my door. I'm pretty sure I didn't open my eyes, except to look at my alarm clock--huge red numbers screaming at me "7:17." I told the boys to go downstairs and whip up a gourmet breakfast for themselves and read the encyclopedia...or maybe it was to go get a granola bar from the cupboard and watch TV until next year sometime, I can't quite recall.
From 7:17 on, I woke up approximately every 10 or 11 seconds to various noises. The kids would come in and ask me questions, to which I gave insightful answers such as "mmff" and "huumh." Ty jumped on my bed multiple times. Felix also made himself at home on my bed, dropping a soggy rawhide bone on my face. At one point part of my right ear was folded underneath my head, and I remember being a little angry about that, but not angry enough to roll my head to the other side.
So what was it that pulled me out of bed? Thank goodness it wasn't the ear piercing screams that come before trips back to the ER. It was Jake's comment, "Mom, the granola bars are gone and I'm still hungry." Wait, the granola bars are gone? I just bought granola bars. "Jake, how many did you eat?"
"Um, four I think." Indeed. "I think Ty had 3." Indeed again. Here were the first things I saw after dragging myself out of bed:
Know what my first thought was? God bless those Quakers for giving me an extra hour and a half of sleep this morning.