Last night, I ran a late errand to buy socks. (Why is it that I am ALWALYS buying socks?) I spent about $60. I guess that wasn't just on socks. I did pick up a few extra items, but nothing I can remember. What I do remember is that I did NOT buy the adorable child-sized leather chairs I saw or the pricey hamper I wanted, so to me it was $60 for [boring ol'] socks. Socks are a big expense around here.
When I returned home, I went into the boys' dark rooms to place the new socks in drawers. The boys were all sleeping. Upon entering the little boys' room, the floor suddenly started to move beneath my feet. It was like walking on water and every time I stepped again to catch my balance another wave rolled under me. The room was perfectly dark and for a moment I was completely confused and would have been even more bewildered if I weren't so busy trying to stay on my feet.
That's about when I remembered that Simeon was sleeping on the floor of this room in a sleeping bag so as not to share a room with Alex and hopefully avoid getting sick. As understanding set in so did distress as I aimed in the dark, hoping to step OFF of my son.
Once on solid ground, I hunched down and looked for his head which was at the opposite end of where I tried to look first.
"Simeon, Simeon, are you OK? I am so sorry. I forgot you were there."
"Simeon, are you OK? Does it hurt? I need you to say something," I pleaded.
He groaned again and I wondered if he were even awake but then he managed to say,
"It's OK. You can walk on me."
Well, I wasn't exactly looking for that kind of permission, but I was glad to see that he was fine.