Sweet Dreams

My husband always passes out on the couch early. Seriously, the guy usually doesn’t make it past 9:30. I’m kinda a night owl so I listen to him snore for a couple of hours and then send him off to bed. Last night, though, I decided to go up with him.  I was so tired! 

I had a busy week with conference and then we played hard this weekend.  It was our annual friend’s casino trip – this was the big group, although I can’t say they are all really friends.  Two of the couples I consider friends, another couple we’re pretty friendly with and the rest of the people are really just my husband’s business associates.  They’re the ones that are so loaded it’s ridiculous. Remember them from this post?  They come from a world I can’t even understand. Totally nice people, but we have completely different life perspectives.

The "wolfpack" - the one that belongs to me has been designated as Alan.

He looks thrilled to have me lovin on him, doesn't he?

So we left the hotel around 10 and drove all day long. We went about 2 hours out of the way to check on our dock and pay the guy for his work. Only to discover a problem. Seriously, that dock has been the biggest pain in the butt!  It’s something he can get fixed but it totally derailed our plans and ended up taking longer than we expected.  All we did yesterday was drive so by the time we finally made it home I just wanted to crash.

We get into bed and a few minutes later M comes into our room and says she’s hot. Benny tells her to plug in her fan and go back to bed.  So I walk her back, turn on her fan and get her tucked in.  About 10 minutes later she comes in and she’s scared, she’s had a nightmare.  Normally, I would have taken her back to her room and rubbed her back until she fell asleep but I was so tired and cold I didn’t want to get out of bed again. So instead, I just told her to crawl in next to me.

Then I couldn’t fall asleep, it seems like my mind was racing and I was wide awake. So I toss and turn until husband is adequately annoyed.  Just as I’m drifting off to sleep I hear M say something. I ask her groggily what she’s said then I distinctly hear “I’m gonna get sick.”

Ugh. That’s not something you ever want to hear, especially when they’re in your bed.  So I jump out of bed to grab her something but it’s too late.  She’s already puking. 

Into my pillow.

There are few things that compare to that level of grossness. Especially when it’s your pillow.

So much for getting good sleep last night. I’m gonna try again tonight. And if anyone comes in scared, I’m sending them to their Daddy’s side!