Bweh.

[eurydicebound]

There is nothing like just drifting off to sleep only to have your youngest child appear in your doorway, crying and covered in vomit--and thank God that there isn't, too. Ick. Cue full-on mommy mode. We got Will cleaned up, got his bed cleaned up (because naturally he threw up in his bed), got the coverings off and in the washer, got the carpet scrubbed, got the mattress scrubbed, got a temp bed made on the newly cleaned couch (please, God, be kind to me... vomit doesn't come out of white slipcovers...), appropriate washable stuffed animal placed in said bed, large stainless steel bowl at the ready, and me washed too. I don't think I smell of vomit anymore, but then there's a faint aura of it in the house now, so there's not much to be done. Airing out and febreeze will take care of the rest tomorrow.

We ran a second bath for Will and got him cleaned up. Poor little guy nearly felll asleep in the tub. He said he was still feeling a bit sick during, though, and sure enough right after he got out of the tub, he threw up again (this time in the toilet, praise be). He said his stomach felt a bit better now. I tucked him in on the couch, rubbed his feet, and now I'm on the computer for a while to make sure he's not about to suddenly throw up again. I told him I'd stay with him for a bit.

I'd say church tomorrow is right out, though. Bleh. And, can I just say that David is extremely lucky, for I have a washer and dryer in the house and he does not. Had this happened on his watch... well, icky.