Running Marathons at inopportune times.

So the stomach ache has apparently migrated.

Here is what happened at ridiculous o'clock last night/this morning ohwhothehellknows?

(Knocking on our bedroom door)

BH: (mumbles something that resembles, "What is it?" I think)

#2: My feet are hurting really bad and I can't even think.

Me: It is sleeping time. There is no thinking required.

#2: They hurt so bad I can't even sleep.

Me: What would you like me to do?

#2: I don't know. (Said as she climbs in next to me. Always next to me. Her dad is a cuddly guy, I think she needs to share the love.)

Me: Zzzzzzzzz

Me: (At some point later hopefully it really was only the few minutes I thought it was) Are your feet better now?

#2: Yes, only one hurts just a little.

Me: Will you be able to sleep?

#2: Yes.

Me: Get out.

BH's lines throughout this entire exchange: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Since the pain has migrated to her feet, let's hope toenails are the last stop before we are pain free.