I love it when my screaming baby wakes the screaming baby that I just got to "sleep" about one minute previous. And then the screams of the screaming baby encourage the screaming of the other screaming baby and I am convinced that they are both dying of some sort of rare screaming disease caused by lead poisoning from a random toy made in China laying around the house and at 3:44am I should facebook it...but instead I decide to yell at my husband...just incase he can't hear the screaming of the two lead poisoned screaming babies and that I need to go downstair at 3:44am because if I haven't slept yet, well then, I probably need some LIFE cereal. I throw on Pandora and have a discusion with my husband amidst the screaming and LIFE eating that the couple singing harmonizes well, but that for some reason I can't for the LIFE of me remember who they are, or where I am for that matter.
In the morning time,as I call and theorize the probable lead posioning, my husband has the nerve to say that it could have just been gas pains and teething.
Well....I never.
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sarah, you're hilarious. I mean that in the most serious way possible.
ReplyDeleteI've so been there. At 3am it's perfectly logical to firmly believe that one of the babes has some rare and incurable disease probably contracted while eating rocks or dirt or licking the floor. It's perfectly reasonable. Rational. All of that. Yep.
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