Avenged

I’ve been up most of the night with customer issues for work. In the 2 hours I got to sleep, I dreamed I was a Scientist who was studying my own superhuman healing powers, before I was shot five times by a street thug during a robbery of my lab. My healing powers struggled to overcome the injuries and I eventually passed out at the opening of an alley, just as Tony Stark and Bruce Banner stumbled by after a long night of drinking. I was whisked away and drifted in and out of a montage of hospital scenes. Apparently now I’m an Avenger. In my dreams. Literally.

They’ll sleep eventually

Yelling up the stairs…

Me: “There’s entirely too much ruckus up there! You were tucked in over 20 minutes ago! Not another peep!”

(long pause)

Little Miss Thing, age 4: “Daddy?”

Me: “What?”

LMT: “I think a fart just came out of my mouth.” (so much giggling)

(long pause)

Me: “Go. To. Sleep. NOW.”

(Fake snoring noises)

Me: “I give up.”