Late last night after the kids were all tucked in, David and I were still busy working when Colin appeared downstairs holding his stomach and crying. Once he got close it was apparent from the stench that he had been sick, very sick. I went upstairs to see what the damage was while David cleaned up Colin. Upstairs I found Alonzo still fast asleep while Colin's bed and the carpet between the beds was covered in the most revolting mess. I scooped up the bed linens and headed downstairs toss them in the washer and get some lysol, old rags and gloves to deal with the rest of mess. David met me upstairs and took the cleaning supplies from me and handled the rest of the mess. I really do love him. How many men would clean barf for their wives? Alonzo slept through the whole thing even though his bed is less than two feet from Colin's How anyone could sleep through that stench is beyond me.
This morning Colin is tucked in on the couch watching Scooby Doo while the other kids are off at school. I am trying to stay on schedule even though I am dealing with waves of nausea. I simply do not have time to be sick. I managed to survive 4 pregnancies with morning sickness and still get done what I needed to, I can do this. There is one problem. Today is the day I am supposed finish up the kitchen, clean out the fridge so all my dishes and good storage containers are clean and ready to pack when the movers arrive on Wednesday. Cleaning the fridge when you are already nauseated is not a lot of fun. Plus if this runs like pas stomach viruses the rest of them should be sick in bed barfing while the movers are here. This could turn out to be a very interesting week.