beware of soft, inanimate and dangerous objects

its 5:30 am. ive been up for...i dunno...an hour or so. im always up throughout the night. (thats why im always tired. and i always look like it too.)

my random late night/early morning insomnia is my "alone" time. i enjoy the house being quiet. but im usually interrupted soon after with a "mooooooooooom." "mooooooooooooom!" "MOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

yup....my kid calling for me from upstairs. (sprawled across my bed, of course.)

so just now i was lying on the sofa in the den.

just thinking.

"thinking", by the way...is a dangerous "activity" for me. (but good for my shrink and the pharmaceutical companies!) as another side note. i use the term "activity" loosely. "lori" and "active" rarely go hand in hand. anyway...where was i.

"moooooooooom. im coming down down!"

he pitter patters down the stairs and into the den.

"mom...i had a strange night"

"really? why was it strange?"

"a pillow hitted me"

"a pillow? it hit you?"

"yeah. it hitted me. and then it kicked me off the bed."

"wow! that is very strange, baby!"

"yeah. it was a reeeaaally strange night."

and then we cuddled on the couch, which is always nice.

3 1/2 seconds later.....

"mooooooooom"

"can i have milk?"

"can i watch tv?"

"can i go on the computer?"

"baby...its pitch black outside. go upstairs and bother your daddie. hell protect you from the dangerous pillows"

:)