I still can't believe this happened. I haven't been able to sleep for three nights because of this Vicodin shit. I mean sleep an hour then wake up, repeat all night till morning. Well today we (my older son I) had these bus tickets to go to NYC
for a Broadway Show he's wanted to see. I didn't take Vicodin last night so I would be myself today, awake and well rested. Yea well given I hadn't slept more than 5 hours the last 2 nights my body decided it was time to catch up. The bus left at 6:30 I woke at 6:10, having slept thru the alarm. When I got to his house he had overslept also and by the time we got on our way it was 6:37, with a 20 minute drive ahead. We missed the bus, I let him down, I'm out $380 and I feel like the worst piece of crap ever. He said he wanted to go back home if we missed the bus, and that he didn't want to come with me this weekend because he had too much homework to do. He said he understood but I don't believe he was being honest. I don't think I've ever let him down like this before. I'm going to lie down, this will go down as one of the worst days in my life I'm sure. The fucked up thing is that this was his birthday present promised to him as far back as July.