You want the grocery list NOW??

That's what I was thinking when Todd called me at about 2:40 am this morning from Cub Foods. To backtrack a bit, the night started out beautifully--Bodie had been sleeping through the night (mostly) for a couple nights straight and I was actually going to bed after sunset.

We heard a couple grunts and shout outs from Bodie before we went to bed, but the real tirade began at the exact instant I fell asleep--I don't know how he timed it so perfectly. From that point on, I was in the trenches with a raging, beligerent, old man who somehow took the place of my sweet young babe. Around two, Todd came in to yell to me across the commotion, "Can I do anything?". I shouted back that I perhaps should have picked up some Ambesol/Orajel when I was at Target because the ibuprofren was clearly not cutting it. Todd then played out his personal dilemma about whether or not he should go to the store and should he go to Walgreen's or Cub Foods and what if he went to Cub Foods and they didn't have what we needed. I perhaps could have helped with this decision making if I hadn't had a child screaming relentlessly in my arms and practically doing somersaults because he was so distraught by his pain.

Eventually, Todd landed on the decision that he would go and that he would call me when he was there (wherever that was because I never heard his decision). Right after Bodie collapsed in a short reprieve from the pain caused by his angry gums, Todd called and we discussed our best option for medication--I imagined there were other fathers there in their pajamas pacing the aisle with the same problem, but Todd said he was alone (I guess their wives don't forget things when they go to Target.). After the decision was made to get whatever it was he got, Todd said "Should I pick up anything else?".

Now, under normal circumstances, I would have said, thanks for offering, we need x, y and z. However, after being awaken from dreamland and enduring multiple hours of being yelled at, I half wanted to laugh and half wanted to cry when I heard this question. It seemed so absurd at 3 in the morning! I vaguely recalled that we were running low on milk, so I suggested "Um, I guess you could pick up some milk. I don't really feel like I can think about groceries right now. I'm feeling a little brain dead." A normal response would have been "Okay, I'll grab it and get home." But, to put the icing on this crazy cake, Todd said "oh, are we out?". Are you kidding me?! Get milk or don't get it. I don't care. I want to sleep so get the damn numbing medication home, now, you fruit loop! I mean, "Yea, we're definitely low. Thanks, babe--see you soon."