star-spangled sickies

There is truly nothing more delightful than hosing vomit off your child at midnight. Except, perhaps, taking care of 3 children while you yourself are sick.

I had two sessions on Friday and on my way home, I felt some all-too-familiar stomach pangs. The same kind you get the morning after you've eaten calamari and knocked back three(ish) glasses of wine... although this time, there was no calamari or wine to blame. The pain wasn't horrible - yet - but I knew something wasn't quite right. By 8:00 that night, I'd already thrown up and was in bed, sick to my stomach and aching. I woke up on Saturday still sick... especially fun for me since Mark was working. The boys were fine - TOO FINE. Bouncing off the walls kind of fine. Mark rescued me at noon by leaving work early.

On Sunday, Mark woke up with whatever funk I'd brought home, and by Sunday night, Everett was throwing up. All seemed to be well yesterday until last night, when Gray got it. And boy did he get it. He threw up from about 11:30 to after 4 this morning.

Miller, so far, has escaped the wrath of whatever we have. He either needs to go ahead and get it soon, or not get it at all. I've reached my vomit quota for the month.