Yeah, they did.
And guess who stayed up until midnight watching said game?
Yeah, we did.
Guess who started their vacation a little early and partook in a few adult bevvies last night?
Yeah, we did.
Now, here's where it gets tricky:
Guess who entered our bedroom at 1:15 a.m.?
Answer: a) Eldest
Guess what he did? (Clue: SEE BLOG TITLE)
So, it's 1:15, I've barely gone to sleep, and all of a sudden, Eldest is standing at my bedside wimpering. Suddenly, the wimpering morphs into HEAVING. So I usher him into his bathroom, leaving a trail of puke in his wake. Now there's a puddle in the hallway, and the new bathroom tile is slick with vomit. I rush over to comfort him while his head is in the toilet and squish my bare toes in it, sliding as I'm trying to reach him.
*my gag reflex was working overtime as I typed that*
He finishes and I tuck him back into bed, with the puke bucket firmly at his side. Thankfully, he's not feverish.
Proceed to clean up the mess on the tile and carpet. (There were chunks, in case you were wondering. You weren't? Oh. Sorry.)
Walk back into my bedroom. Immediately step in moist trail on our carpet. Clean that. Get ready to hop into bed and notice strong stench.
Yeah, it's on the bedskirt. And look! Bonus! It's on the duvet cover as well. The edge of it. The edge that I usually tuck firmly under my chin.
Curse profusely, as it's now 1:45 and I'll be getting less than 4 hours of sleep.
Settle in bed, duvet cover now tossed aside (wayyyyy too tired to deal) and try to sleep.
Smell is all around.
Proceed to turn off AC and open bedroom window.
2:15 a.m. Puke bucket is clattering. Rush to Eldest's room to find him moaning and yakking again. He misses the bucket. Usher him to bathroom. Strip his bed. Toss bedding and soiled pj's in washer. Re-make his bed with clean sheets.
2:45 a.m. I now have less than 3 hours sleep. Shiver without duvet.
3:15 a.m. One more round of puking. He makes the bucket.
So guess whose flight leaves at 5:30 a.m. from Boston tomorrow?
Yeah, ours does.
Guess who has to get up at 3 a.m. in order to make said flight to Myrtle Beach?
Yeah, we do.
Guess who still has packing to do tonight?
Yep, you guessed it.
And guess who has to work all day today?
And the kick in the nuts?
Guess who slept through the entire ordeal and actually thought I was joking when I informed him of the night's festivities?
Yeah, he did.
I swear, I couldn't make this
A relaxing family vacation is just around the bend!
Gah, I can't even type that with a straight face.
*as she slowly sinks under her desk at work and assumes the fetal position*