
All three kids are sick. Yes, all three vomiting on the same day. Lucky me. All day I've been doing laundry: washing sheets, pillow cases, mattress pads, pajamas, towels and the occasional unfortunate stuffed animal. I've scrubbed down walls and stain treated carpets and upholstry.
What are you supposed to do with the pillows? 5 pillows now have become soiled during this round of sickness. All soiled to the point that I think they need to be thrown away. I hate to send 5 pillows to the landfill. What a bulky waste! But what else do you do with them? Thank goodness that pillows are relatively cheap to replace. Oh, I know the nice ones are $20 each, but my kiddos like the flat ones and those are $5 each.
Sweetness, my eldest daughter, was the last to fall ill. She came to my bedside at 3:30 this morning to tell me she'd thrown up in her bed. She is at least composed enough to hang out by herself in the bathroom while I clean up the mess. She even washed the flecks out of her own hair...I'm so proud!
The Big Guy had been horrible all day, so I was almost glad when he threw up in his crib at 8 pm. Better to have a sick little boy than to have a that boy be a crying mess all day and have to wonder if that is just his personality.
Spunky Girl started us off on Saturday night by ralphing all over her bed and then again last night. She'd probably be better by now if I could just get her to stick to the BRAT diet and rest...but acts like she is fine during the days and bugs me to go do stuff. I know the slip n' slide was a poor choice, but at least it got the kid out of my hair for a few minutes.
I wonder if I should try to go back to bed now.

More things I'm grateful for:
* that the kids are sick now instead of in 3 days when Hubby and I are supposed to leave for a kid-free anniversary inspired weekend
* that I have a washer and dryer in my house and that I have enough spare sheets to swap on clean ones while the dirty ones are washing
* that I can call my mom in an "emergency" to hang out with the little guy in the tub while I get his crib ready for another round
* that I can turn off all the alarm clocks in the house and let the household wake up on their own
...and with that, I'm going to go try to sleep again. Nighty night.