Dear Jon

First of all...to everyone who commented/emailed after my last post...
Thank you sooo much for your sweet words regarding my amazing Henry!

They mean the world to me.

And now back to our daily...nightly...craziness!

Yepidee-yep...

another Dear Jon letter.

Unlike my first letter...

this one's more like a lil' note.

Dear Husband Jon,

Bedtime for our littles...little crazy this week.  Two with barking coughs.  The other...sick to her tummy.  After breathing in Vick's vapors, sleeping upright in a rocking chair with my baby on my chest, changing sheets due to sweet little miss's upset tummy...I was tired...but everyone was soon on the mend.

I was in need of some spa treatment.  Dreaming of when our 3 went to bed...soaking in the tub, then laughing over my favorite sitcom, under my  fresh, warm BLEACHED sheets!  Couldn't wait!

So, put the girls down.  Check.  Then I head it..BAAAAMMMMM!  And my spa bubble was popped right when I went into our bedroom.

Next time you try to be Stone Cold Steve Austin, let me know.  I'm thinking your pole vault over the end of our bed wasn't a good idea.

Our son, who was on the bed at the time of your cannonball, now knows what fun it is to go down with the furniture.  Pray that he doesn't try your stunts on his own.  Lotsa praying, because you know he'll recreate this stunt!

So happy that I could help you with the recovery.  Did get little boy into bed.  But, you weren't going to totally destroy my dreams.  Crazy glad that you didn't say a word as I sat on the floor right in front of you  and watched my show, while you slaved away.  That will teach you to NOT TRY CRAZY STUNTS...then laugh because the bed broke on MY SIDE!  Thanks Mr. Fix-it!

Love,

Your I think I need a real spa day wife,  Lauren