I still check on my boys at least once during the night . . . a loving gesture, to be sure, since every time I do so I risk life and limb.
Last week, I stepped barefoot on a matchbox fire truck complete with a sharp ladder and a small siren. ("Ow!")
Many times I have stepped on a lego . . . or a lego structure. (Crash!!! "Ouch! . . . Ouch!")
Once it was a marble on the arch of my foot. ("Gee Whiz! How can something so tiny and smooth hurt so much???!!!")
But last night I felt safe because the boys had picked up before bedtime. Unfortunately, I had been so used to walking around things on the floor that I became disoriented and stubbed my toe on the bedpost. (I will not post those comments.)
Tonight I'll get my husband to check on the boys.