Sick Boys

Last night, as I was frantically trying to wrap presents (the ones from Santa) - I hear a thump and a wail. It was nearing 2 a.m.

In bursts the Boy in tears. I yelled at him to go back to bed (I was wrapped) so he sobbed back to his room. I thought better of being so harsh and went to see why he was crying.

I was met with the most horrific site I've seen in a very long time. The Boy had gotten sick - really and truly sick - all over the bed. folks, he sleeps in my old Queen sized bed. It was a mess. I felt so bad for him.

I got him cleaned up, roused the Husband unit and told him that he would get up and that he would be washing sheets and blankets (I don't do clothes). He reluctantly did as he was told.

I then made up a camp bed for the boy - shiny side of a sleeping bag up - easier to clean. Within 1/2 hour he was sick again and then again and still again. We have no clean linens or blankets left.

Out comes my sleeping bag on my floor and fleece blanket. While he did manage to get sick once more about 6 a.m., he made it to the bathroom in time. I understand he is still asleep. Poor baby. Who knew a tiny belly could hold so much.

As I was leaving, I see my big Boy "Unka Matt" on the couch. I woke him up as he was 2 hours late for work. He informed me that he too, had been sick all night. Great! They didn't eat together or eat the same food yesterday so I am most assuredly dealing with a stomach bug.

I will likely have it Christmas day. Yay me.

As I'm dealing with 2 hours of sleep, please forgive me if I leave an interesting comment at your place!