Don't forget the snore machine

I am almost totally packed for the beach vacation.


My husband asked what he could do to help and I told him he is responsible for one thing, his snore machine.  That is what we call what he sleeps with every night.


I swear to god, the machine saved my marriage.  My poor husband has sleep apnea and now he has to sleep with a mask that, well quite frankly I don't know how it works and I don't care.  All I know is that the snore machine makes the snoring stop.  And it is like magic!


Tim, my husband, is a good sport.  This magical machine has provided some funny moments.  Sometimes when I snuggle up next to him at night I forget that it is there and I get all tangled up in the hose.  And it is a funny scene when we say good night.  Picture us like Mike and Carol Brady.  We finish chatting about how great our kids are, kiss sweetly and then turn out our lamps on either side of the bed.  But now picture Mike Brady putting on what looks like a space mask. 


But without the snore machine, the vacation would be ruined.  So while I load up 18 suitcases, sleeping bags for the kids, 22 bottles of sunscreen and so much more--my husband carefully places his magic snore machine in a bag and places it in a special reserved spot in the van.


As far as our vacation....this video sums up how I am feeling right now.







And this one sums up probably how I will be feeling 14 hours into our drive.