Serious Prayers are needed.

I often call out to my friends and relatives for situations like what I am about to mention. I consider all of the people who read my blog friends too, so I am including you.

Last night, early this morning, our office secretary's middle son got into an accident. He was driving home in the early morning hours and took a turn too wide and flipped into a ditch. The accident left him paralyzed from the waist down and the doctors have given him a 20% chance of a full recovery. It has been pretty somber around here and my coworkers and I are keeping him in his prayers that he makes that full recovery.

Sssh, you are making too much noise.

I haven't had much to blog about lately. My life has been pretty boring and I haven't gotten myself into any hi jinx that would warrant a post. I still don't really. This post is because of a 3 (or 4) year old boy....

Every other week, my roommate gets his kids for the weekend. He picks them up on Fridays and then drops them off on Sundays. Usually during those weeks, we try to keep things around the house calm and collected and I try to behave myself. Doesn't always work, but for the most part, I am a good little boy.

Friday night was no different. I had softball practice at 7 and didn't get home til around 10. I thought I was tired so I headed to bed, turned the T.V. on in my room and put the volume at a level that was just enough to hear, but not enough to wake anyone. Then set the timer so it would shut off cause I was definitely going to be asleep. Right? Wrong.

I could not fall asleep. No boring movie could do it. Tylenol P.M. couldn't do it. Nothing was working. 1 am comes. Still awake. 3 am. Eyes wide open. 5am. Hello sun starting to creep. And each time I just kept watching T.V. cause I need the noise to fall asleep. I had to get some sleep. The kids wake up at 6 and if I don't get some soon, I never would.

5:30 am - Come on JP go to sleep. Do it!!
5:45 am - Yawn. Maybe I'm almost there...

And then at 6 am I see my door start to open. In walks my roommates son as if he's reading my mind he says, "John, go to sleep, you are making too much noise"

And with that. 10 minutes later I am asleep.

I guess I just needed permission from him to go to sleep. What am I going to do next weekend?