Luckily, I was right across the street from a tire and auto place, so I walked across the street and got them to jump my truck off. Figured since I needed some new tires, oil change, window motor repaired I might as well just get it all done at once. I leave my truck with them and I get them to drop me off at the Puke Palace. As I walk into the garage I am almost flattened by the smell of diaper de la diarrhea sitting in the garage. At this point I am thinking I should just catch a ride back to the auto repair place and wait out the repairs there, but since I have a conference call at 9:30 I decided I better brave the battlefield.
I jump on the call and find out they are restructuring our team and while I will loose my Manager title, I still get to keep my job and pay, but the change will likely double my work load and I will be a 1 man team go forward..
Just as the call ends, the wife says, I think the baby is better and she is going to jump in the shower.. 5 minutes later Pukeapalloza returns.. The baby is screaming, I am trying to keep the puke in a general vicinity of the sink and my cries for help are drowned out by a hot steamy shower.. Just as I get the puke hole plugged and the baby in the bathtub the wife emerges to help.
So with the baby in good hands, I head back to my home office just in time to answer the call from the auto repair place.. Looks like I need a little front end work too.. Total bill is going to be $1,950.00
So I say might as well get it all fixed while it is there. And I told them to call when the truck was ready and I would bring my wife's car to get an oil change too.. About an hour later I run up there to swap vehicles and the guy spots me pulling up, he says the tires on my wife's car are about done for.. It took everything I had to hold it together at that point and I told him. I have spend enough for the day and he agreed and gave me a free oil change on my wife's car..
An hour later, the wife says she has to go up to work for a little while to get ready for a meeting tomorrow. The baby has been fine most of the afternoon so I said sure.. Just as soon as we get settled, my boss starts emailing about some things they need ASAP, and I start to pound the keyboard.. My cell phone starts ringing on a few people wanting to pick up some guns and just about the time I start to pull it all off, the fountain of puke returns, this time all over the couch and floor at about the same time a customer pulls up to buy a gun..
At this time, I call it quits for the day.. I called the cubscouts group and said I can't lead the meeting tonight, I have to clean up puke for the 5th time, help my 10 YO with his math homework, heat up some left over mexican food and crack open a steady stream of Coors light.
It sure was Monday!!!.. But I know how lucky I am to have these problems.. There are many much less fortunate than myself.. Sometimes you just got to shrug it off and smile
