It was 430am, asshat. Let's leave aside the fact that I have a newborn and sleep is a precious commodity. Let's ignore the fact that I was finally back to sleep after the 230 feeding and woke up my son when I had to leap up and check the display on the phone, which was all the way across the room.
And I did have to check it.
My mom is 78 and lives over 400 miles away. When the phone rings in the middle of the night I can't help but panic.
The Boy is now still awake. As am I. So thanks again, moron. I swear to dog if your number had come up I would make sure to set an alarm to call you at 430am sometime over the weekend.