1am – Wife calls to tell me how bad a night our son is having at the hospital (he had a feeding tube placed on Tuesday). But he wasn’t the only one…
2:45am – Daughter wakes up screaming. After picking her up out of her crib I am repaid by vomiting. I stay cool. After changing her PJs and my shirt, I try rocking her to sleep. BLEEEECK! Round 2. Repeat, sometimes getting me again, sometimes managing to divert into a towel. I’m not sure which will run out first, her inventory of PJs or my sanity.
5am – Alaina’s sleeping, sans puking, now that I’ve strapped her into her car seat and placed it next to our bed.
5:30am – After being satisfied that the tide is turning in my favor, I begin assembling a large pile puke infused clothing into the laundry room.
Now – With said bio-hazmat being laundered, and baby still asleep, I’m going to lay down. Looks like I’m not going to work after all.
You poor guys. Hopefully with everyone home this weekend things will settle down. It was good to see you today. Sorry I wasn’t up for much talking. It’s my goal to have next week be a better week.