We are still under construction at our house. That means that, for the moment, all seven of us are sleeping in the same bedroom.
We've also taken turns having the flu. This has made for some long nights, with one or another of us coughing all the way through.
My husband had to wake at 4 a.m. Saturday to make it to the airport in time for a five-day business trip. We both set our alarm clocks for 4 a.m. One of the boys was coughing pretty badly, so Lindy grabbed his pillow and a sleeping bag and sacked out on the only finished floor in the upstairs -- the bathroom.
When my alarm went off I hit snooze twice. I realized at 4:20 that I didn't hear Lindy moving around upstairs so I went up to check. He was still fast asleep, cocooned in his sleeping bag. He had set his alarm to 4 p.m.
I woke him up, got coffee going and tried to keep my distracted and tired husband on track. He showered, got dressed, grabbed his suitcase, guitar, keys and cell phone. As he was ready to head out the door already 10 minutes late, I asked if he had his wallet. He did not, and furthermore, he didn't know where it was.
While he panicked and starting searching, I heard Aidan stirring in bed. I suggested that maybe Lindy had laid out his wallet in the upstairs bathroom with his clothes and Aidan yelled, "Mom ... I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna ..." and he threw up. On the floor in the bedroom with no overhead lights where we're all packed like sardines. On the one square foot of open floor space.
As I ran for paper towels and watched to make sure the dogs didn't investigate the throw-up, Aidan stepped past Leif's bed and walked to the opening of the bedroom door. While in the doorway, he tossed his cookies again. I heard Lindy running down the stairs triumphantly saying, "I found it!" He saw what had happened and promised to make amends for having to leave me to clean up the mess. He flew out the door and I cleaned the yuck up by flashlight and got Aidan back to sleep with a metal bowl next to him on his top bunk.