The Mood Killer

Last night, after an extremely busy day, consisting of our children's basketball games, football practices, football games and our nephew's football game, we snuck upstairs for a little time alone. Our babies were all snuggled in bed and our older kids were quietly (or not so quietly) watching movies and playing video games with our nephew's who were staying overnight. Sydney's bed is currently in our room until she grows out of her current phase of destroying things within her own bedroom (read: until she doesn't require so much supervision) and so we expected her to be asleep in her bed...in our room. She's a sound sleeper, so we could have still watched a few episodes of N.C.I.S on our computer (that's always our plan) in bed. Together. Except, when we walked into our bedroom, there Sydney was, curled up peacefully...in our bed. She looked so perfect. So adorable. So beautiful. We debated for a moment. Should we just leave her let her sleep between us. No. Too uncomfortable. Albert carefully picked her up to move her back to her own bed. As he lifted her up, he stopped short. "She wet the bed." he whispered. Sure enough, as he picked up her sleeping body...a big ole' pool of wetness was spread across the sheets. On my side. Of course.