Man down.

The puke bug knocked on Mason’s door this morning at 1 am (always a convenient time), and landed him a spot in the bathroom for several mid-night hours. At 4 am, I drug his tired little body to the couch where he and I caught a quick nap before the rest of the world woke up. He was no worse for the wear—grabbing a quick bite for breakfast like nothing ever happened. I, on the other hand, have realized that this body does not function on 3 hours of sleep…

And, clearly, exhaustion catches up with even the most active kids. Jealous of the nap I wanted to take!

I feel as if our family is playing Russian Roulette over here. Three down, two to go?