Dawn and I have 3 crappy, probably mildewed, completely worthless pillows. And 1 fabulous, perfect, keeps-my-neck-from-falling-off pillow. We call it "the $80 pillow." It's not creative, I know. We decide who gets it each night by debating who has the harder next day. When she has to go to work, she gets it. If I'm sick, I get it. Whoever is crying about her dad definitely gets it and probably shares it most of the night.
Last night Dawn got it because she's at work today. At about 4 am, Faith came in saying that her tummy hurt. Dawn got up and gave me the pillow. Since our bedroom shares a wall with the kid bathroom, I was privy to the gagging and retching noises that followed a few minutes later. I was quite surprised when Faith came barreling into our room and said, "Quick! William's throwing up. Dawn needs you!" I abandoned the pillow.
Once everyone was settled in again, Dawn reclaimed the pillow. We were just dozing off when Faith came back. She was hungry. I got the pillow back. Dawn came back and got the pillow back. Faith came back and wanted Dawn to sleep with her. Dawn and the pillow left me and the pitiful wanna-bes to battle until morning.
So now I'm exhausted and my neck hurts and I miss Dawn. The triple-whammy. I hate things that aren't cured by coffee.