tonight... tonight

It's a special night for me. I am spending my night sleeping on the floor of the home office tonight. I get to share the same room as 3 computers, a fax machine, a couple of desks and 20 years of garbage. And by garbage, I do, actually mean pack-rat garbage. My room (the office) also contains the wonderfully faint aroma of bile that has been masked under an umbrella of Febreze. That would be the bile deposited by one sick child this afternoon... a couple hours after leaving a similar deposit in her own bedroom.

The one in her bedroom managed to cover the floor for about 4 feet in length and get a good 9 inch corner of her matress, her stuffed monkey, herself, 2 sides of the crib and quite possibly a doll lying on the floor. As an encore, she decided that the shag carpeting in the office wasn't quite dirty or smelly enough, so she covered the maroon carpet in a layer of thick, white vomit. She also managed to cover a large portion of my lower body, as she was sitting in my lap. I've now been vomitted on by a child. I've been looking forward to this day, and it was only a matter of time before it happened.

So, the sick child is in bed with Nat and I'm on the floor. This cold/flu that she's had is extending well into it's second week, and seems to be threatening to stretch into week number 3. Tonight is the third floor sleep for me. The first failed attempt included a queen sized air matress as my bed, which ended up being leaky and left me with substantial back pain. Failed attempt number 2 started on the couch (not even close to being long enough for me) before I moved to the office floor where I actually slept on a thick comforter. Yes, that is my bed, and as you can imagine it's not exactly plush. Tonight, the luxury of having found a 1.5 cm thick foam matress to put under my comforter has me thinking I'm going to be in heaven. That's right... I am living the dream here.

And so, I leave you for the comfort of my bed on the floor. Good night, and sweet dreams.