He Really Is Thoughtful, Isn't He?

Seems Hubster and I were knocked for 6 by some sort of stomach bug yesterday. I, at first, thought we were under attack from my courgette lasagna the other night, but Hubster disagreed. He's not sure courgettes are that smart or that organized to stage such an assault on our stomachs.

I managed to make it through the day without losing it all over various and sundry residents of our village, but once I got home with the kids after school, all bets were off. Nothing like heaving over the toilet with your 6 year old stroking your back, eh?

Somehow, between bouts, I managed to get Abaka to the vet to have her stitches from being spayed removed. (I'm proud of myself for that. From hanging over the toilet to the vet's office in less that 30 minutes!)

Before Hubster got home a couple of hours later, the kids had fed themselves a lovely dinner of tortilla chips and Digestive Biscuits while I whithered and whimpered on the couch. After begging them to get their pajamas on and brush their teeth, I managed to get them upstairs for bed. The moment the kids' door was shut, Hubster and I went straight to bed.

Around 5am this morning, Bubba-Love started calling for a bottle so Hubster headed off to help him out. It was at that point that he realized one of the boys had been sick. On went the lights so we could see the true extent of the vomit.

And did we ever.

Mini-Husband, it seems, had been sick in the night. And not just sick, but projectile sick from the top bunk of the boys' bunk bed. Somehow he managed to keep most of the vomit out of his bed, but the large collection of toys and stuffed animals down below weren't as lucky.

Both Mini-Husband and The Princess slept on till about 8am this morning. At that point, Mini-Husband came into our room and gave me a big hug. I quickly asked him how I was feeling.

"Well, Mom," he started, "I felt kinda rough in the night, but since I knew you were really sick I didn't want to bother you. So I just leaned over my bed and threw up on the floor, that way you wouldn't have to clean it up right away and I could go back to sleep, no problem! And now I feel fine."

And so do I after six loads of laundry and a case of Coke.