What a night

For some strange reason, Ben made two accidents in bed last night. Blame it on overdosing on honeydew, water, or whatever.

By the second time, who knows what time it was, tired Paul found out first that he had soaked his clothes and sheets. Tired me went in to see how I could help, and since Ben kinda smelled like pee, I said we have to rinse him off, so as Paul was remaking the bed, I told Ben to wait on the floor while I go warm up the shower. Being half asleep, without glasses, or light, I switched on the shower too soon, getting soaked, actually doused with ice cold water all over! I screamed before I could figure out how to get out of the cold water. Obviously, I was upset, cold, annoyed, and started taking off my clothes and dry my hair, but Paul was even more upset: "Where are you DOING there? Poor Ben is sitting on the floor all naked and you just stalled!"

After much drama, we went back to bed, very upset of course.

Thinking back, there was actually a comical side to the night. We were just too tired to appreciate it.

Mama's teachers

Maybe I shouldn't be talking like this about my old crazy teachers. For example, my kids know that one liked to tape-shut loud and talkative kids' mouths, while another pinched and twisted your belly when did poorly on a test, and yet another hit a kid who forgot his tissues and handkerchif 100 time--that is with the entire class of children counting 1 to 100 aloud as each strike goes down! This type of psychotic behavior was not uncommon where I grew up.... In comparison, Noah and Ben's teachers are real angels!!