the perfect storm

So my ambitions of blogging all our happenings now that we have the internet have been foiled because our pics. somehow were transferred to my mother in laws comp...and what's a blog without pics? Actually, this post is picture less...but do read.

This is a short comedy from the lives of Kev and Stef McMinn, who due to a flu ridden kid and a malfunctioning washing machine, had one crazy night. Let's preface the story by saying our entire day was spent in the car on our 20 hr. drive from Jackson Hole to El Paso.

Ok...dim the lights.

It began at 3 a.m. when Ry walked into our room claiming her stomach hurt, and although all past experiences have taught us to run her to the toilet IMMEDIATELY, we laid their daze just trying to console her. Any parent knows what happened next...Kev's side of the bed was doused with puke. Any remnant of sleep was quickly gone and we rushed into action. Me cleaning up Ry, and Kev tearing off the bedding. Fast forward to the bedding in the washer, Ry sleeping on our floor with a big bowl by her side. Right as we were settling down I heard a noise from the laundry room that didn't sound quite right and begged Kev to check it out. Kev obliges and next thing I hear is "ohhh", so I jump out of bed and proceed to sprint down the hall.

I need to pause to describe the layout of our home. Our entire house is tile except for the bedrooms. Our laundry room is just a couple feet straight down the hall from our room.

And begin scene. I take off full speed to the hall, and the moment I set foot on the tile my feet fly out from under me, I enter the air, and crash onto my back smacking my head on the tile. And there I stayed for the next minute pretty wet and hurting, until I could make it into the fetal position....then cue puking (not me, but Ry). Do you comfort your sick child or try to prevent the flowing water from entering your carpeted room? I did the latter, but THEN I attended to Ry.

The rest was pretty uneventful, the washer hose had come out from the wall, lots of towels, big headache, but a little giggling between Kev and I. At 4:30 as we were crawling back into bed, Sophie could be heard on the monitor just waking up. Kev called it the perfect storm.

Two things I was grateful for that night:

1. That Ry didn't get sick on MY side of the bed (sorry Kev).

2. That we were forced to run the laundry that night, instead of the next day when I would have been home all alone. I would have probably admitted defeat... immobile and crying.