I finally got both little girls to sleep and myself in bed around 10:30 the night of our big flood, and fell asleep shortly after. Princess woke up around 2 a.m. wondering where she was, but after feeding her and rocking her a bit I was able to convince her to sleep again. But all this woke up Sweetheart, who was much harder to convince to go back to sleep. I had her lying back in her bed again when I noticed a slight wheeze. Crap! Marquis had thought ahead enough to pack the nebulizer, but that thing is not quiet! I really didn't want to have to get it out at 3:00 in the morning and wake up the whole house, so we tried to wait it out. By about 3:30 a.m. it was becoming more obvious that waiting it out wasn't working, so I pulled out the nebulizer only to find that the last time we had used it, I hadn't put back the face mask or the little piece that the medicine goes in. Those parts are pretty crucial. There was no way around it, we had to drive home. We got back to our house around 4:00 a.m. and were greeted by hot, muggy air and the sound of about six gigantic industrial fans blowing in our basement. We got her hooked up to her breathing treatment and soon she was doing better. We arrived back at the parent's house at about 5:00 a.m. Sweetheart and I got back in our beds and pretty soon had both dropped off to sleep. At 5:30 a.m. my alarm went off, time to start work.
I need more than 3-1/2 hours of sleep to be a functioning human being, but somehow I made it through work that day, with lots of help from CG and my mother-in-law with the little girls. We found out that it would be at least another day before the water was back, so I loaded all three girls up to go home and get more clothes. We had only gone a couple of blocks when I saw lights flashing behind me. I quickly pulled over and had a nice conversation with a police officer, who informed me I had been going 37 in a 25 zone. Drat! He also cited me for not having a current insurance card in my car, for a broken side mirror, and for not having a front licence plate. He probably also would have cited me for not having my licence with me, but he had run out of lines on the ticket. I thought it was such a quick trip I wouldn't worry about bringing my wallet, silly me! After he was finally done raking me over the coals and sent me on my way, we got home only for me to realize that I didn't have my house key with me. Double drat! I was ready to throw in the towel or burst into tears or something, anything, right then and there, but I put on my big girl pants and sucked it up and drove back to Marquis's parent's house, then back to our house, and then back to the parent's house again. Very carefully following all speed limits the entire time.
To be continued, again...
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