A Royal Visit

B.B. threw up...about an hour and a half ago. I decided that instead of running through the house all night to catch sick boys and whisk them away to the bathroom, I'd rather camp out in their room. I blew up the air mattress and was trying to decide on how to move things around so it would fit, when the door bell rang. I went to answer it thinking it was Uncle E or one of his kids (as they're the only ones who ever come over this time of night), but when I looked through the peep hole, I realized it wasn't who I expected. Low and behold, The Queen Mother herself was standing on my stoop. I could have cried.

She brought a video for the kids (Moe & the Big Exit), helped me move the boys room around so I could sleep there, gave me some green tea, and headed to Busha's for the night. She said she just needed to come home for a visit. I'm glad she did.

And Daddy didn't say a word during the hour I talked to him tonight...even when I asked where Mama was. He's getting good at lying to me about her whereabouts.