Today was onne of those days when I just didn’t want to get out of bed. After waking up with Timothy at 6:30am, meeting his food and diaper needs, I went back to bed. And a new adventure began.

Timothy made his way into my bed (he’s quite the climber these days) and proceeded to jump on my head and poke me in the eye.

Sean to the rescue. My Hero.

A little later, Samantha came in saying, “Mummy! Mummy! Look at my beautiful dress!” Sleepily, I acknowledged her beauty, then…. ZZzzzz…

Next thing I know, she’s jumping on my head and poking me in the eye. Oh, that’s where Timothy gets it from. Groan. Roll over. ZZzzz.

At some point she was carrying my cup of water around, even spilling some – a sure fire way to get Mummy’s attention. Not today. ZZzzzz…ZZzzzz.

Finally, I was yanked back to consciousness by the sound of vomiting. The first thing I did was to mentally catalogue all that she had eaten in the last 24 hours. What made her sick? I ushered her into the bathroom so she could continue in there. Of course, she promptly announced, “I’m all done Mummy. I don’t need to vomit anymore.”

“Samantha, did you eat Mummy’s rings?” Sean asked. A rhetorical question, considering that he just picked my Engagement Ring out of the vomit on the bedroom floor. She had choked on it and vomited it back up.

But where was the Eternity Ring?   Samantha: “I put it in my mouth and it went down into my tummy.”

I think from now on I’m gonna wake up when they start poking me in the eye.

Late Night Update: After church, Samantha very proudly announced, “I swallowed your ring, Mummy. Now it’s in my tummy and I’m gonna poop it out. You can have it back then.”  Gee, thanks sweetie. So considerate of you.

I’m still waiting for her to fulfill her promise.