This morning I tweeted the following as I sat and sipped my Lady Grey tea that my sweet husband had made me:
Slightly feverish and cranky baby makes for a sleep deprived, headachy mama. Working on this one sip at a time.
I don't know why headaches make it so I can't remember the existence of pain medication. Unfortunately, this means I generally suffer until Micah figures out what is wrong with me and hands me the ibuprofen.
My tweet, however, sent a text message to his phone, and to my surprise less than five minutes later, he arrived with a glass of water and two ibuprofen. At first I thought he had just looked at me and known I had a headache, which was slightly more impressive, however I think this worked much better than our usual system.
So I'll try to remember to tweet next time my head hurts. Maybe I'll be able to remember that...even though I can't remember to just take some ibuprofen...
Although, considering my level of crazy, I'd say the chances of that are pretty slim.
Anyway. My husband is the best. :)