Saige

Saige is an awesome kid. Always has been. From the time she was a little kid she has been like a miniature adult. Even when she was very small she has seemed to understand how to get things done. As I have mentioned before on here her kindness goes unparalleled. So last night sometime before three she came in with a stomach ache. This went on for about an hour or so of her going back and forth from my room to her room until at about 4 things worked themselves out of her and she was able to go to sleep. Poor sweet thing. Now my dogs started pacing around and Lucy was banging her big huge tail against the side of my bed. I got up and took them out.At this point I had been wide awake since about 2:45 and didn't feel like this was going to make for a good Monday so I decided a date with my Nyquil bottle seemed like a good idea. At the time, it seemed perfectly sane. That is until two hours later when it was time to get up. Note to self, when taking Nyquil make sure you have more than two hours to sleep. So I was tired this morning. At about ten of eight Saige comes up to the side of my bed and says, "Mom, do you want me to watch Chase get on the bus?" I, so out of it, said, "No honey, I'll get up in a minute. I'll just drive him to school." She said, "No, that's okay. He's fine." I actually fell back asleep. I woke up in a panic a little bit later. Chase wasn't in his room. I ran downstairs. Saige, pale as a ghost is lying on the couch. I said, "Where's Chase?" She told me, "Well, I got him up. He got dressed.I gave him a granola bar,told him he was buying lunch, helped him with his Science work and watched from the front door as he got on the bus." Oh my God. She's something huh?