I made the huge mistake of telling Ben to wake me up tomorrow with his trombone...that was the bribe to get him into the shower, he bit. He came downstairs afterwards and crashed immediately. I didn't have the heart to wake him..he's out. My conumdrun is whether to sleep down stairs with him...cuz that's what Mom's do, or go up , either way the trombone will be in my ear.
I have had this bad habit of staying up too late at night. Since Ben was at an overnighter I needed a wake up call, I knew there was no way I would wake up at 8am to pick him up at 9. I called on Debbie and my friend Wendy. I needed the back-up plan. After 5hrs of sleep Wendy called first...painful, I'm not a morning person. I was falling back asleep, then Debbie called. Timing was perfect. I don't know why, but I came downstairs and layed on the couch. For some reason my brain relived the moment I found Jack and what I needed Ben to do...it haunts me. Tomorrow I will be serenaded with the trombone...as painful as it will be to listen to, it will be music to my ears.
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