with a loud, “what is it?” gulp. it had better be good because by this time dad was awake.
for me, it was either “i’m going to throw up,” or “i can’t sleep.” if i was going to throw up, she was liable to ask me why i was telling her this in her bedroom instead of leaning over the toilet in the bathroom. and the “i can’t sleep”, well, that just got on her very last nerve.
her answer to that particular complaint, without exception, was (say it with me siblings), “nobody ever died from a lack of sleep. go back to bed.” i have no recollection of her ever getting 