It's not looking good. I got more sleep during Navy boot camp.
Seasoned parents know that by the 3rd night, the child is coughing less. I was looking forward to being able to lay my tired head down on my pillow and sleep a deep, dreamless sleep tonight. All day, as babysitting plans and carpools were laid waste by children with sore throats and tummy aches and who knows what-all, I comforted myself with the thought that - once evening fell and this whole messed-up day was finally put to rest - at least Susie would not be waking us with her coughing.
My friend called me at 9:15, as I was embarking on my last stint of the day as family chauffeur, driving David home from Civil Air Patrol. The friend, I might add, who was generous enough to let me bring my sick Rachel to her house this afternoon, where Rachel (and her germy pillow) lounged on this friend's couch while I ran to a doctor appointment.
Me: Hey, what's up?
Friend: I'm heading to Target.
Me: At this hour? Why?
Friend: Oh, just picking up some hair things...
Okay, right there I should have understood what was happening. But it had been a long day.
Me: Well, that's nice. I'm going home. Time for bed!
Friend: You see, I noticed my eight-year-old scratching her head today...
So I headed to Target and we stood in the aisles and discussed the merits of various lice-killing methods (with her teen daughter standing there saying, "Could you guys keep it down?"). We even reminisced about a similar episode 2 years ago, and then the one 4 years prior to that. Ah, nostalgia...
And could someone tell me why, of all nights, Rachel picked this evening to fall asleep in MY BED?