It was a hand made quilt by the way.

The story begins yesterday morning when I woke up in a puddle of Little’s pee. She spent the night feverish and hacking and it culminated in the first accident she’s had in months. She had climbed into my bed of course. It would be the first day of a 4 day laundry room closure due to renovations. Oh there’s another room available for use, 2 blocks away. Did I mention I’m still nursing a tendon injury in my ankle and supposed to stay off of it as much as possible?

That wasn’t going to happen. So I loaded the laundry basket onto the stroller, and my bedding wasn’t all that needed washing because another child is coming down with the same thing and for some reason when they get sick they pee their beds. Fun! We walked to the other laundry room. Then we walked back home to start dinner. Then I walked back to put it in the dryer. Then I walked home to finish making dinner. Then I walked back to pick up the laundry, which was still a bit damp, so I have a bunch of king size blankets hanging over doors to dry.

I threw a sheet over the towel mat covering the still wet spot on my bed and grabbed an old quilt of Aaron’s from the blanket cupboard.

Little woke me in the middle of the night yelling something unintelligible. At last I was pretty sure that she wanted a blanket on. She had also wormed her way from her bed to mine again. So I put her blanket back on. “NO. NO. NO. NO!” she yelled, “I want yours blanket.”

So I pulled a corner of my quilt over her. “NO,” she yelled again, and started to cry loudly.

“Ok what do you want?” I asked. “Are you cold? Thirsty? Do you need to pee?”

More sobbing.

“Ok honey, you have to use words, because mommy doesn’t know what you want, you have to tell me.”

More sobbing.

“Alright, well I have to go to the bathroom. While I’m gone you try and think of words that tell me what you need ok?”

More crying.

When I returned to bed I asked her, “Do you want mommy to put a blanket on you?”

She picked up her head and nodded, so once again I pulled a corner of the quilt over her. “NO, she yelled, I want yours blanket.”

“This is my blanket.”

“No, no it not.”

“It’s my blanket tonight. You peed on my other blanket this morning. Remember?”

“Oh, ok.”

Then she fell asleep in a couple of seconds.

This morning she woke up and was kind enough to move over to her bed before sitting up and vomiting. It’s the little things like that that make a day better. Her bed has a water proof cover on it.

If this story seems kind of pointless it’s because I’m running on 5 or so hours of sleep today. But I laughed about it in the middle of the night. That means it’s a little funny right?

Oh yeah, my ankle hurts.