If everyone is doing it, it can’t possibly be a brain tumor.
Monday night, Talon was the last to fall asleep. At 11pm. I had just laid my head on my pillow and closed my eyes for half a moment when I heard Kyle’s crying and some wet coughing. He had vomited on the floor. I accidentally stepped in it while trying to get to him. I walked him down the hall to the bathroom, but he didn’t make it to the toilet. So he let another bout spew on the floor of the corridor. A big mess everywhere. I finally got it wiped up and decontaminated by midnight. At 12:30am, Ty woke me up with the same coughing and crying. He had let it loose on the bed. So I changed the sheets, cleaned and sterilized their room, and placed a bowl next to their bed in case they needed to barf again.
And Dad woke up. And the babies woke up. And we should have just turned on the lights and started our day because everyone was awake enough to do math problems. Except Taylor. She, fortunately, slept through all of this.
Every 45 minutes throughout the night, I woke up to address the crying of either Ty, Kyle, Talon or Kendall (the latter two not being sick but being babies). On Tuesday morning, Dad went to work, and I began washing bed sheets and blankets and sterilizing floors and toys. I guess it’s a good thing that nobody wanted to eat because there wasn’t any time to make a proper meal. Dad came home with crackers and ginger ale.
I went to work at 2pm and came back at 7pm. Dad informed me that no one threw up during the afternoon. *Whew* The children had a light dinner of a few crackers and applesauce. Dad and I watched “Fringe,” the fall’s hottest new show (at least that’s what FOX tells us). But we slept soundly that night.
Taylor vomited some pink stuff an hour after dawn. What the crap, people? Keep your fingers out of your mouth and your mouths off of your feet! Dad and I deduced that the boys got sick because they had swallowed bath water (and only Who knows what’s in little boys’ bath water. Good gracious.)
These past two days, I’ve been yelling at whoever gets too close to the babies. “Did you wash your hands? Get the hand sanitizer. Don’t touch her face!” Last thing we need are a pair of vomiting infants.
