A day in the life

Doug calls to tell me he is feeling sick at work and is leaving. Michael wakes up from his nap and I realize he has vomited in his crib. I get him in the bath and Doug calls and says he is vomiting on the metro and could I pick him up. So, instead of doing the intelligent thing and calling my mom who lives 7 minutes away and asking her to stay with Michael, I put Michael in the car and drive 45 minutes to pick Doug up. Doug and Michael end up both throwing up in the car.
It occurs to me that I should probably clean the car seat, since I will need to take Michael to the pediatrician tomorrow and the car seat is covered in vomit. I take it out and wash the car seat cover, which by the way, can not go in the dryer because it will shrink, so it has to be air dried. I, in turn, am now covered in vomit. For some reason, I never learned how to put the car seat in, and Doug is upstairs throwing up. My bother in law comes over, puts the car seat back in, and says, "you should really shower, you really smell."
While all this is going on I have a major work crises, and I really have to go to work tomorrow, but with a sick husband and a sick baby I am not sure that is going to happen.
I really need to shower. And drink wine.
If I ever mention I am thinking of having another baby, just say to me, "covered in vomit."