Where The Rubber Meets the Road and the Vomit Meets the Mattress

You may recall that our jobs require my wife and I to drive 45-70 minutes to work. Then, the same amount of time back home – every day. My car just turned 93,000 miles, while my wife’s just turned 89,000. They are both a 2024 Chevy Trax.

We knew we needed tires. The last couple times we had oil changes they told us. Thankfully, we got a few buck back on our taxes and we were able to both get new tires.

I worked all night Thursday and after work drove to the tire place. They put in my tires and I was home by noon. So I was up about 19 hours. I was able to grab a couple hour nap before getting up to pick up my daughter from school. Exhausted doesn’t describe how I felt by 6pm.

We were all in bed by 7 and the kids were asleep by 8. We all slept in my bed last night, because I was too tired to get them in their own beds. Naturally, once they were asleep, I struggled to fall asleep.

I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but I wasn’t sleeping too long when I had a rude awakening. Andrew began to vomit on the bed, himself, his sister and me. I do NOT do puke well. 9 times out of 10, the smell alone will make me gag.

I shot out of bed and got him to the bathroom. Ella was crying because there was puke on her new pajamas. I was focused on getting the sheets off the bed and in the wash. I was able to get them off before the smell got to me.

We grabbed Andrew’s mattress and put in on the floor in Ella’s room. He slept there and she and I slept in her bed. I didn’t have my CPAP in there, so any sleep I did get was crap.

Total damage: a couple pillows didn’t make it. The puke soaked right through the pillow case. I tossed those right in the trash.

So we’ll be heading to the urgent care this morning to see what’s going on. Hope your weekend is off to a better start than ours.