i had a nightmare
last wednesday night.
but it didn't only last wednesday night,
it continued on in all its horrid glory through thursday.
and just when i thought it was finally over,
it came again on friday.
i know what you're thinking.
"it couldn't possibly have haunted you again?!"
but sure enough,
it returned yesterday for hopefully its final haunting.
"what was the nightmare?" you ask.
and more puke.
and even more barf.
with a little bit of.... well, you can imagine what else.
it started with ellie throwing up all over my mom's bed.
(sorry mom! we owe you a new blanket! i haven't forgotten!)
when we got home, it continued.
then after thinking she was somewhat settled, i.e. empty,
she proved us wrong.
then jack joined in the fun.
then charlie thursday morning.
then me thursday night.
then ellie and charlie both started up again on friday.
and, don't you worry, chris picked it up yesterday.
we pretty much lived in the towel-covered-living room for a solid 2 days,
doing nothing but watch Sprout like little preschooler zombies.
jack was the best sick-o you could ever hope for.
ellie wins the award for the worst.
and charlie, well, he was just a pathetic little puking babe.
i hate throw-up and hope this never happens again.
there is nothing worse than taking care of three sick kids and being sick yourself.
its so dang hard.
and it smells real bad.