Later on last evening, after I’d finally fallen back to sleep, my eldest woke up again, saying she got no sleep because she was having leg pains-and was freezing.

So, I reached over my side of the bed to put the heating blanket on, got out of bed to checked the thermostat- (squinting to see 66 degrees, because I had just woken from a 4 hour marathon) and put the heat on. Afterwards, I walked over to the windows to close them- mind you- I am in tank top, and feel not a chill. Next, I closed the drapes since she complained she was up all night, and began my venture downstairs.

Noticing a pile of shit en route to kitchen to get her Motrin, a drink and a banana (can’t take Motrin on an empty stomach) – I also grabbed some paper towels- which is equivalent to grabbing a brick of gold. Keep in mind, that I am now awake for roughly 6 minutes-  but knew enough to place a paper towel over the POS, to discourage anyone who may not see it (just Hubby) from stepping on it.

As I walked back towards the stairs-  I noticed upon closer inspection, that the pile was at least 6 hours old- although I did not feel the covered mound to gauge a temperature reading- noticed what appeared to have – what looked like the shape of one’s heal.

So now I have to walk back and retrace my steps to the kitchen to make sure there is not an invisible to the quick glance – foot prints and do the same up close and personal mission to see if someone of the human race dragged it upstairs.

Now it’s 14 minutes, I am wandering around my 66 degree house in a tank- unscathed by the chill my family complains of-  get back into my now darkened room to give my sleepless – leg cramping – deer loving child her banana and Motrin- and she is fast asleep.

Most likely to the credit of the heat blanket and closed shades.