Hug Twice

Like the sound of either of my children throwing up, apparently.

My son woke me up yesterday morning to throw up on me. And I followed a trail back to his room, which included his bed. As I was comforting him, I hear the sounds of my daughter waking up. I walked into her room, and she was lying in her crib. She, and the crib, were covered in vomit.

Poor dears. I spent most of the day denying them food they begged for (and Alexa is way too young to understand why she only gets small sips at a time when she is clearly hungry) and cleaning up after them over and over again. CJ seems to have stopped throwing up now, but Alexa still is. And last night Matt said he is starting to feel sick…

I should have spent more of Sunday, when I was the sickest, sleeping in preparation for the inevitable.

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