dreams and nightmares

So Friday the plan for the weekend was:
Drive to Christmas tree farm.
Cut down perfect tree.
Enjoy hot chocolate and giggles.
Come home.
Decorate tree.
Enjoy tree.
Go to Birthday party at Bounce U.
Get rid of headache from 20 5 year olds jumping in bouncing things.
Meet friends for dinner.
Enjoy.

This is what it turned into:
Husband waking up at 12am sick as a dog.
I mean sick.
Me running around in the middle of the night finding towels, spraying things, getting trashcans, holding my ears shut, checking on him, trying to sleep, listening to barf, trying to help him go to sleep, spraying more things, trip to gas station at 4am for 7-up pretzels, and gatorade.
Morning comes.
Cancel plans for dinner, find someone to watch Kate while Anne and I were at the party, call neighbor to help lift deer carcass in Adam's car (did I forget to mention he shot a deer Friday night prior to feeling ill-which means it was left in the garage), talk to inlaws about where/how/who was going to get the deer to where it needed to go, console girls that we weren't going to be going to the Christmas tree farm...Spray more, laundry.

That's how it has gone. Hoping to put up a parking lot tree today and get on with it. Things look as if we are heading in the right direction.
Hope your weekend was dreamy! :)
~Chat soon!