Or as I have come to refer to it - Noon to Midnight Puke and Shit Marathon. Aidan got it Sunday. Mercifully I was napping so the Mr dealt with it until about 4pm. And had I known, I'd have stayed my ass in there throughout the rest of the day and night because ew, fucking gross! Then comes Tuesday lunchtime and Asher starts in.
Go ahead and form this mental picture - Asher hurls and I immediately start dry heaving because again, ew, gross. At that point I realize he has also pooped while he hurled. While he had been sitting on my lap. Oh, awesome. Repeat 26 times over the next 12 hours. And that's how that day played out.
Now don't get me wrong, I know the boys were the ones who were sick and poor them and blah blah blah. Yes, this is all true but this whole blog is basically about how I suffer their wake so save your 'shame on you' emails and comments, 'kay? Instead you could nominate me for Mother of the Year because ew, gross!