Dee flew to Seattle on Thursday to help his mother when Bob was checked out of the hospital. Rob flew in from South Carolina and together they have helped him up and down the stairs, showering, and generally lifting his sprirts I am sure! He sends you all a little message in the comments two posts down from this one.
I do not sleep well when he is gone and usually read late into the night so Friday night I turned the light off on my bedside table at midnight.
1:27 AM ~my cell phone rings it's "you've got a text message" song and wakes me up! I think I am dreaming and roll over to find sleep again.
3:27 AM ~the bathroom door bangs open, the toilet lid crashes upwards and I hear the sound mothers worldwide dread in the middle of the night...barfing! Thinking it is Rachel I decide to give her a minute then go see what I can do to help.
3:28 AM ~"Mom...MOM!" It was my son. This sends chills through my being because he usually doesn't make it to the facilities in time.
3:28 and a half ~"Sorry about this Mom".
Really, it's OK. What are mothers for? I get him cleaned up and settled back in bed then turn my attention to the bathroom floor. Luckily for me (not my little rug) most of the mess can be thrown out with the rug. Pinesol and vomit at 3:30 AM...nice scent combo...!
3:45 AM ~ Just settling back into bed I notice my cell phone blinking at me. It WAS a text message...at 1:27 AM! My husband was telling me he missed me and couldn't sleep! Awww, how sweet! I sit there trying to shake the Pinesol smell from my brain while endeavoring to imagine why he would send me a message in the night that would wake me up to tell me he couldn't sleep! (Because he loves me and misses me, I know, I KNOW!).
3:47 AM ~ I sit on my bed, cell phone in hand deliberating...should I hit the "send" button?.
Moments later, in a bedroom in Puyallup, WA a cell phone rings in a new text message. "Dear Dee, I miss you too. I also am not sleeping. Richard puked on the bathroom floor awhile ago. Hope you are sleeping now!" (I later learn that the man had turned off the phone after he sent me my wake-up call...rats!)
Unable to sleep again I turn on the TV and watch 2 episode of "Home Improvement". It does the trick! I fell asleep before I found out if Tim threw Al out of his rental house for being a difficult tennant. Darn! I never saw that episode the first time...now I'll never know!
10:00 AM~I stumble down the stairs in a "lack of sleep" induced daze. I ask my son how he is feeling. "Oh! Just great Mom! Really! I came downstairs and ate a bowl of cereal and then had hot cocoa and toast before I remembered that I threw up last night!"
I am so glad for him...really.