All before 7:15

Typically when I wake-up in the morning these days it's because I become aware of a persistent noise in the conscious world that will not go away. And I'm not talking about the alarm-clock, but rather a child yelling "Mom, I'm d-uhn! MOM! Wipe my bum!".
This morning I was out of bed before I was even awake. Considering it now, I'm pretty sure I heard the initial giant crash that preceded the screaming. My heart was thumping fast, and I was nearly blind, a combination of fuzzy morning vision (sans glasses) and the brightness of the sun in their white room. Loud, very loud. When I became alert enough to search the floor instead of frantically scanning at eye level (what's at my eye level in their room? Nothing.), I found my 3 year-old lying on his back, doing the gulping-I'm-hysterical cry. His positioning, and the presence of his older sister gazing down at us from on high, made it clear that he had fallen off the top of the bunk-bed.
I gathered him in my arms (before I asked him where he was hurt, which was not the best idea, but turned out fine since he was mostly just scared).
"What happened?" Wide little mouth: cry, cry, yell.
"He was going to pee when he just fell off." These are the first words his sister, nonchalantly swinging her legs over the top-bunk ladder, has said. Pee? I picture him standing, urine arcing onto the floor and soaking the stuffies. I started feeling the carpet and realized his pants were up. Okay, so we're only dealing with the single incident and not a multi-layered disaster. This is good.
Again, "What happened?".
"He was sitting on that edge and we were playing fishing, and he just fell off mom. And he couldn't even see!" Ah, he fell off backwards. "If he had fallen over there" she pointed to the toy box, filled with pointy and sticky-outy paraphernalia "he coulda really been hurt. Maybe we should move the stuffy bin so that when he falls again..." When? How about we don't strategize for the next accident?
Time to switch from comforter to dictator. I'm sure it will not surprise you when I humbly say I produced an admirable lecture, even in my not-awake-yet state. Honestly, I am aware that was mostly for my benefit - it got my brain working enough that I could create some new rules.
This is where I would have had a cigarette if I smoked, which I don't. Instead we just went to the kitchen and I made them breakfast.
And good-morning! Its gonna be a glorious day.