Rough Night

I'm really tired today, so I can't think of anything very interesting to write about.  Why am I tired?  Well, there seems to be a bit of a tummy bug going around.  The funny thing is, while we are dealing with it here, a friend in Mississippi is dealing with it, as is my friend in Chicago.  Are we seeing the spread of an illness or can you catch something from Twitter??

Anyway, about midnight last night M woke me up saying "L threw up everywhere, I need help!"  I was so out of it, I thought it was morning.  I stumbled to L's room and saw the damage.  L was in the bathroom, naked as a jaybird, and started jumping up and down when he saw me. Mom, mom, I made a mess in my bed!  No joke, kid.  M put him in the tub and hosed him off while I changed the sheets.  I realized that I never quite got around to buying an extra twin sized mattress pad.  Dammit.  L got some new PJs and I rinsed and put the old sheets in the wash.  In the mean time, L was wide awake and as chatty as ever.  I guess throwing up made him feel better.  M stayed with him, bless his heart, and said he didn't fall completely asleep until 4am.  Ugh.

Since there was no fever and L kept his milk down, we went ahead and sent him to school.  As I type this, 30 minutes before I leave, I am amazed he made it through the day.  I'm going to guess that he didn't eat much and took a really good nap.  I am going to put some probiotics in his milk this evening and see if I can kill whatever it is that's getting him.  E is fine, knock on wood, and slept through everything.  She is the only one that will be in a good mood tonight, I predict.

These are the stories you tell your kids when they are grown and raising their own families.  M and I joke about earning parenting badges and I think we deserve one for our teamwork last night.  Hopefully we'll all get some rest tonight.

Got any good middle of the night throw up stories?