pukey pukey and monica's closet

mr. shymanski has had a disturbing change to his work schedule for the past 2 weeks. he has been working 10 hr days x 7 days/ week. he usually has a nice mon-fri 8-4 gig. these 10 hr days run from 7-5. It is now 10:37pm. The 10 hour day has officially come and gone, but Alas, Mr. Shymanski is still at the plant fixing problems. He may be there all night. Perfectly appropriate that he is stuck working for the first time, on the day/ afternoon/ night that Mrs Shymanski has been headachey, pukey (is that a word?) and down right feeling awful ALL DAY. Mrs Shymanski went to a friend's house this evening ( even went against the 'no night driving rule' - a temporary aftermath of the lasik eye surgery), and upon returning home, puked her guts out. Thankfully, she was able to get out of the new car smelling CRV in the nick of time. Augh. I should really take advantage of these long days by scrapbooking, but Mr Shymanski's hockey stuff, our golf bags and everything else that makes this tiny house rip at its seams is cluttered in that room. Its becoming much like Monica's closet on Friends. The rest of the house? Immaculate. But don't enter that storage room. Augh. Chloe and I are missing Mr. Shymanski. Boo Hoo.