Tripp Fenderson

A conversation on Facebook early this morning with an old friend (from my days in T.A.G. at Maybeury Elementary School) prompted a run to Krispy Kreme—a nice end to one hell of a morning.

3:45AM

I’m awakened by a small voice next to my head. “Daddy, I can’t sleep. My cough is keeping me up.” I head downstairs, let Porter out to pee, round up some guaifenesin for Teagan, head back upstairs to give meds and then tuck her back in.

4:08AM

Back downstairs to let Porter in. Greeted by a profusely bleeding eye. Blood running down face and nose. Fabulous! The blood is dark though—almost brown which means it’s definitely not fresh. That rules out her hitting her face on a bush while she was outside this morning. Maybe it’s just all swelling/pooled blood finally leaking. Still, the kitchen is a huge, bloody mess. Seriously. If a forensics team came into the kitchen right now, they’d think someone was butchered.

4:10AM

Making coffee. I need caffeine before I can deal with this mess. oh my fucking god. look at all the blood!

[Note to self: we’re out of paper towels now. Add that to the shopping list.]

4:20AM

Coffee made. Cup #1 of many to follow ingested. Holy crap today is going to be a long day.

5:01AM

Most of the blood is cleaned up. Porter’s eye has stopped leaking. In fact, she’s sound asleep on her bed, probably dreaming about bacon or something. I’m wide awake but will need a nap by 10:00AM

6:22AM

Talking to Amy Mays Tolley on Facebook about being woken up early by her kids, old dogs, and Krispy Kreme. She prompts a doughnut run.

Damn her...but OMG these are good doughnuts. I needed something a little sweet this morning.