(3:ooam, yes, A.M.!)
"Mom, wake up! There's a bird in the hall!"
Our daughter tends to hallucinate when she runs a fever, and she'd been throwing up all day ta boot... so naturally the exhausted, yet understanding Mother in me responds,
"Go back to sleep Sade, you're just seeing things."
(One hour later at 4am...)
"Mom, we need to go get that bird. You know those chocolate muffins with the frosting I like from Costco?"
"Well, I thought I saw one smashed in the hall."
"Oh". (The conscious me would have a slightly different reaction about having chocolate smashed somewhere in the carpet.)
"But Mom, it's wasn't... it's a dead bird and I almost picked it up!"
"Pleeease just go back to sleep."
(this time only 30 minutes later at 4:30am...)
"Mom, we have to go get that bird, it's disgusting!"
"Saedra, I'm getting up in an hour - just let me sleep a little bit longer and I'll take care of it."
"But I can't sleep with it there."
Debating within my sleepy self as to whether I get my tired bones up and settle this once and for all, or continue this insanity with my obvious flu-ridden, halucinating child... I sensitively chuckle and say,
"You could go get it yourself." (after no response...Victory, I get 56 minutes of sweet slumber! I really am a nicer mom than this... really, I am!)
Finally getting up after a wonderful restless night, Saedra reminds me (I think now she's talking in her sleep),
"Mom the bird is in the hall with it's legs straight up."
"Ya, ya, okay... What the... How the... did a dead bird get in the house!"
Am I a bad Mom? Sorry Sade... I'll NEVER question a high fevered, barfing child that sees an expired bird resembling a smooshed chocolate dessert in the wee hours of the morning EVER again!