12:00 Wind blows over trash can outside. I dash out in underwear and a t-shirt to pick it all up before it blows to the neighbor's house. It's raining/snowing and I freeze to death in the process.
1:00 Winston barfs. Again. And again. And again. Deer bones.
2:00 Lochlan wakes up and laughs out loud (very out loud) and keeps laughing out loud... for hours. Goes to the bathroom. Takes a shower. Goes outside with almost no clothes on. Raids the fridge. Slams our bedroom door So. Many. Times. Plays audio books very loudly. Plays with his Curious George Jack-in-the-box 2,000 times, laughing hysterically every time it pops open. Raids the fridge again. Slams the toy box.
3:00 I go to the bathroom and fall off the last step on the ladder. Ouch. Mostly unhurt, but still... Ouch. And "Hello adrenaline".
4:15 Bumpy (Skye) barfs. Again. And again. Deer bones.
4:38 I go down to get Jack-in-the-box from LJ. Step in a pile of vomit I had previously failed to clean up.
Instant tears. Sigh.
Some days (nights) are rougher than others. That was actually two nights ago... I dreaded facing the day ahead but the day was remarkably abundant and I went to bed last night with a full heart.