This was after we had been up until 4 am with Madeline. Up and down. Up and down. She had a very off night. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t sit still. Nothing could make it better. Very unlike her. At 4:30 am, we finally found out why. When she threw up all over me. She apologized a million times, poor thing, but finally fell asleep after that. A kid-free weekend ended up getting turned upside down and topsy turvy as we had three out of five. But even with all the curve balls, it might have been one of the better weekends we’ve had in a long time. For small reasons. Silly reasons. But important reasons.