We usually do.
Know where our children are, I mean. At least last night we knew exactly where J-bear was at 3:30 a.m.
She was in her bed down the hall.
TEXT-MESSAGING HER FATHER.
Why, yes, I was asleep right next to him at the time. Thanks for asking!
Here's how this went.
Ms. J had been sick most of the weekend, running a high fever with a sore throat.
Ah, strep, perhaps?
No, more like some nasty bug that burns itself out in a couple days. We ruled out strep in a Sunday morning run to urgent care, and by Sunday night she was doing much better.
So it was to be back to school on Monday morning.
There I was, sound asleep, minding my own business when *deedle deedle deedle doo doo deedle doo* the Wonderhubby's cell phone -- signaling a text message -- jolted me awake.
IT WAS 3:30 IN THE MORNING.
I growled at WH: "What does she want?" (I knew who it was. There is only one possible culprit.)
"Her throat hurts and she doesn't think she can go to school."
Did I say it was 3:30 in the morning?
Was this something we REALLY needed to know before ... say ... 6 a.m.?
The only reason WH wasn't as angry was that he was already up (men and their tiny bladders -- gah!), but to his credit, his annoyance level was high that she woke me up ... especially because then?
I. WAS. UP.
Needless to say, this led to a cranky day for me.
And a new rule: Unless there are copious amounts of blood or other inappropriate bodily fluids, you may not text us between the hours of 10:30 p.m. and 6:30 a.m.
Never mind the weird part about her texting us from down the hall.
But you wanna know the funniest thing?
At about 3 o'clock Monday afternoon, she texted her father again.
Can you say ab.so.lute.ly. NOT?