When it rains it pours, especially in my house. And I'm not talking about the literal rainwater that was in the basement from Sunday's rain.
About 3:00 this morning, Sarah's standing by the side of my bed, she wants to sleep with me. Okay, sure. I had to go pee anyway, so I grabbed her pillow and she was positioned in between hubby and I. I'm just barely falling back to sleep and I hear a cough followed by, um, yeah, that was indeed puking. New rule, no more kids sleeping in my bed. If they want to come in our room, sleeping bags it is. Get Sarah out of bed, she then pukes on the rug. Get her to the bathroom, get her cleaned up the best we can at 3:00 in the AM and roll out her sleeping bag. By the time I'm back in bed, I'm laying there, my mind racing regarding the day's plans. She gets up two more times to be sick, but praise God she makes it to the toilet. It's now roughly past 5AM and I haven't gotten much sleep. When it's time for hubby to get up I ask him to E to school so that we don't have to wake up S. S was woken anyway by strong-willed E carrying on about not wanting to get out of bed. Ugh. So, it's early and we're all up.
My story continues....after E and hubby leave, S and I are sitting in the living room reading. 5-10 minutes later I hear a horn honk followed by a crash. Yes, someone hit Rich's car. He had forgotten to take Emma's backpack (that's a whole different story I could go on about...). As he was pulling in the drive way..and this part I don't get...he needed to turn left into the driveway, had his left signal on and some woman thought he was turning right and was going to go around him but the roads are icy and she couldn't stop. Okay, this is a road that's 25mph, it's really not necessary to pass someone who's pulling into the driveway, and there's not much room on the streets anyway with all of the snow. I digress.
This is now the 4th person to have hit our Saturn. Don't hate on my Saturn, it's a good car!
We head out tomorrow evening for a long weekend in the Dells, I'm praying for travel mercies and a good trip and healthy-ness. No puking in the Dells.
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