So you read part one...
Part two followed thursday night..................................
i was awoken to two bed stealers at about 3:30am on thursday... one on each side. I had a kid sandwich thing going on.... I couldn't sleep, because even though they are small. They like to take up a big part of the bed. So about 4 am, I got out to find a home on the couch.
I slept til morning, about 7:20 to be exact. When I heard Soren's high pitched yell from upstairs.
MOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM, maaaaaaaaaaammmm!!
FYI, ignoring a scream in retrospect.... never a good idea!
I ignore for a bit more, until finally i yell back, "whaaaaaaaaaaat?"
Soren comes down and whines..... "my clothes are wettttttt..."
that sinking feeling hits me like a ton of bricks.
wet.
that can only mean one thing.
my bed. my poooooooor bed.
christened by a 3 year old.
I pull out mommy lingo...
"why didn't you get up and go to the bathroom?"
the response, "its scawwy up there" the upstairs bathroom infact, is NOT scary. He was just too lazy to get out of bed and use it.
So I head upstairs for damage control.
I spot the wet spot. *and not a "FUN" wet spot* strip the bed of its sheets, turn the fan on high....
i'm sure you can imagine the rest.
So moral of the story:
if at 3 am you are awoke by the pitterpatter of little feet. kick their a$$es back to their own beds!! :)
