Allow me to tell a bit of a personal tale from last night..
When you know your child is sick, it’s a tough time to sleep. When you don’t know you’re child is about to have food not agree with him and , at 3am when he asks to come in your bed, vomit all over your face and pillow? That’s a Pearl Harbor type attack.. One mothers and fathers cannot prepare for. No advanced warning.. no gurgles.. no hiccups. Just all out warfare on your bed sheets deep in the night.
That is how things transpired in HORROR REPORT home base last night.. Little Ayden Morris decided that he’d wait until he was sleeping with mom and dad before he let his stomach expand and eventually deflate as regurgitation exited..
I am certainly not trying to disgust you on your Sunday morning sidewalk, or vomit on your parade so to speak, but it was just one of those nights.. And today is just one of those sleepy days.
So, Art Bell and John Wells fans who found my website over the past few days due to some high profile links, welcome aboard. Sometimes I talk about my parenting.. sometimes I talk about my son. And yes, sometimes I talk about vomit.. Pure awful disgusting vomit.
It’s all horrific, after all..
But riddle me this, fellow parents or parents to be, and readers alike: Why do these things—and so many other occurrences—always seem to take place at the witching hour of 3am?
Looking back, it’s when my wife found out her mother passed away. It’s when my parents found out my grandmother did, too.. It’s when sickness happens, when dreams wake you up, and when bumps in the night seem to grow louder and more intense.
And it’s when toddlers find themselves in bad situations, too..
The midpoint of the night? I am sure there’s just a coincidental reasoning that so many bad things happen at 3am?
I’m sure you’ve experienced such coincidences, too..