Tuesday, 4 AM: "Mom, I have really bad gas..." "Try laying on your left side..."
4:15 AM: "It hurts Mommmeeeeee!!!!" "Shhhhhh...it's okay, baby, I'm right here" It is fun trying to sleep with a rolling bowling ball of a sick 9 year old.
4:20 AM: "I think I'll get up and walk around" sigh..forget about sleep.
So we got up and went into the living room. I installed him on the couch with the new (white) down comforter, and turned on the television.
5:15: (this is my owned damned fault because I should have listened to myself when myself said go get a bucket...just in case... ) Major tummy upset, all over the carpet, the comforter (why can they never make it to the bathroom even when you are asking them eleventy billion times if they feel like they have to throw up?)
5;30: Comforter in wash, carpet scrubbed and I now have clean spots that make the rest look worse, child ensconced once again on couch.
6:30: Repeat. Except, this time, there is a bucket.
I think the whole country has the flu.