Sleep Tight

I am on my second night on my own. My husband has had to work and tonight he went to a WILD game. I am happy for him, but I am toast. My chilluns and I had a fine supper. Clean up went well and then everything fell apart. Sarah had a snit that landed her in her room...shrieking. Timmers fussed for an hour and Joshua was comatose with the flu. Just when I thought I could not take anymore Nathan came to me crying about a broken bulb and pointing to his mouth. Yeppers. He took a bite out of a Christmas light from the tree. I looked for blood, bits of glass or a shredded tongue and found nothing. He said, "Sorry I brokeded the bulb, Momma. My froat hurts." I was concerned at first until he pointed to his stomach.