Ten AM here and Greg and I have been awake since 8:30, eating cookies and coffee and sitting by the fire waiting to see if the next step will be opening stockings or going to the ER. Our youngest son came home from work with his “face on fire” from a sore in his mouth, back near his wisdom tooth, and then at two AM his four year old was awake and crying with an earache. He was going to wake everyone at four for stockings and gifts because he had work at seven, but we’re assuming he called in sick and they both conked out after some Advil kicked in.
I’m being optimistic and thinking they will wake up feeling better if they could sleep this long.
