Last night my sweetie had a case of food poisoning accompanied by all the normal effects thereof. Both of us really didn't sleep last night because of it. This morning, while deciding whether to call in some of my many sick hours to catch up on sleep and be around to help since Zach was taking the day off, I washed my face in the bathroom and then was calling in with my decision.
There was one of our drinking glasses on the sink counter on the side toward the toilet. While on the phone and in some state of a sleep deprived caused fog, I knocked the glass into the toilet. I didn't see it when it happened and my contacts were out. I heard a splash and crack and then I just let out a moan and "oh, no". I started to have a pity party. After a couple of minutes and while I was reaching in for the pieces with a Target bag encased hand and arm, I started to see it as a pretty funny circumstance and since we don't have large numbers of company over all the time or any kids, one less glass wouldn't hurt us.
What a night and morning! Thankfully, my sweetie is feeling a lot better and he still wants to put Christmas away and shop for gifts for our nieces and nephews tonight! So off I go now to hug and bug him. :) I love the wife job, even when I am kept awake most of the night to help him feel better.
