Sunday night Sweet G didn't feel well, and then sure enough Monday morning brought signs of a nasty tummy bug. She even stayed home from school, which my older girls hate doing. Then last night as we were finishing up FHE, Dr. D started complaining of his tummy hurting. We put him to bed, and as I tucked him in not feeling very well, thoughts of cleaning up puke from the top bunk went through my head. As I handed him his beloved Spike (stuffed bear) I had a feeling he would need a thorough cleaning later. Wouldn't you know, my intuition rang true! I had run Blondie to the store for some new shoes, and as we pulled into the driveway I was greeted by a husband who was so glad I showed up at just the right time. :) The soiled bedding had been put in the garage (including Spike, who got his first major bath) so I hosed it all off and tossed it into the washer.
Dr. D and I spent the night together on the couch, where he literally threw up every 15 minutes or so ALL NIGHT LONG. From 9 pm to 5:30 am. Poor guy! He has been feeling a lot better today, although he hasn't had any food yet. Gatorade seems to agree with him, so yay for that. His last episode of barf was at about 9:00 this morning in the car. Well, out the window and all over the side of the car (mostly the passenger window). I didn't think to bring a bowl because it had been almost 4 hours since his last time. We needed a carwash anyway.
I just put Tailgunner down for his nap and told Dr. D he had to lie down, too. He greatly protested and told me that he never rests during the day. I told him little boys who are up sick all night rest during the day. He lie down on the couch and it took approx. 1 minute for him to be sound asleep.
Ahhhhh. My turn for a rest. :)
I wonder who will get it tonite?