Both kids are in bed and I am heading there now as well.  Why so early?

Last night at 3am our fire alarm outside our bedroom starts beeping because of a low battery.  Don’t you just hate that?  So Dave finally gets out of bed and I hear him grabbing a chair to pull the thing down.  Then I hear a crash and some not so nice words.  As I turn on the light, I see him laying on the floor with a gash in his shin.  It’s bad, it’s bleeding and it needs stitches.  So I call Courtney my good friend and she makes her way to our house so I can take Dave to the ER.  8 Stitches later he’s doing much better.  If I were not so tired I’d take a picture of the chair and the things Dave piled on the chair so he could reach our high ceiling.  I have no clue what he was thinking.  Three Chairs stacked on top of each other are never a good thing.  I’m just glad he walked away with stitches.  It could have been so much worse. 

So as we pulled back home at around 7AM this morning from the ER we both finally had a good laugh.  Who would have ever thought a normal night would lead to such drama.  So bed, here I come.  Sun, I’ll see you in the morning!