So, the other night, I say to Rob "hey, do you know that we've made it to almost 3.5 years of parenting without a night up with vomiting kids?" (smacks self on forehead).
Well, you can probably guess what happened next.
1:30 am. I wake up to hear Isaac in his room saying something about "needing a clean up. I need some wipes" Poor little guy, threw up all over his bed. No big deal, I clean him up, Rob deals with rounding up the laundry. Then Norah wakes up, to get in on the action I guess. No throwing up here though, thank goodness! We bring the kids into our bed to settle back down...then I think about it more. What if he is sick again? So, I get Norah's mattress from her room and put Isaac down on it at the side of my bed. We all sleep well.
Morning comes...and he's still not well. Won't elaborate, but let's just say he wasn't well, either end. Big mess. Actually went voluntarily for a nap - that has NEVER happened before. He was sick. Poor little guy. Better today. Last time I hope to say something stupid like that though!
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sounds like the whole family was burning the candle at both ends
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