I have kids that require 11 to 12 hours of sleep. When they don’t get said sleep, they are really cranky. Not cranky like normal everyday whine cranky. I mean a bit on the mean side. Not fun to be around. Miserable.

It’s been a long week. My husband has been putting in a lot of hours at his new job. And I knew I had to get out and grocery shop last night if I wanted to do it without three kids in tow. So I told him that Noah and Dinara had been “difficult” yesterday and please make sure they get to bed at 7:30.

Well I come home a little after nine pm and I can hear my two munchkins upstairs obviously not in bed. Emma bounds out of the playroom to tell me “Daddy just put the kids to bed”. I’m irked. I’m really irked because:

1. Noah and Dinara do not ever sleep in.
2. It was the ONE THING I asked him to do while I was gone - get them to bed on time.
3. Why the big deal? Because he is scheduled to work all day Saturday, I knew I was the one going to pay the price of overtired kids all day.

So when Emma told me that, I wasn’t a happy camper. I was like “Why didn’t you get the kids to bed?” His response: “I did.”. Then he just walked away after yelling at Emma to “just go to bed Emma” because he was so irritated at her ratting him out.

What I didn’t realize at the time, was that he did put them to bed on time, they just were being cretins and not going to sleep. Also, Hubby was in pain. And that was the reason he wasn’t his normal high patience self. I didn’t realize how much pain at the time.

When he finally told me last night, I tried to get him to go to the ER. But he wanted to tough it out and see if it went away. It didn’t.

So, this morning I wake up at the crack of dawn to kids who are WIRED again. Not too thrilling but expected. And Hubby tells me that he slept awful. He has a bad pain in his right side, has a slight temp, is supposed to go into work at 10am but doesn’t think he can make it.

So John is off to the doctor. I’m suspecting it’s either appendicitis or gall bladder. Either way, the poor guy feels like crap. And I feel bad that I gave him a rough time last night about Dinara and Noah.

And thus starts the beginning of our weekend…

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