Dark night of the soul

So it appears I got whatever was ailing Erin and was deathly ill on Saturday night. Around 9pm or so I started feeling queasy and, well, you can use your imagination for the rest. I ended up spending all day Sunday in bed. God love Lynn, she took care of the kids all on her own yesterday. She took them shopping, to Mass, and to an indoor play place in Lawrence.

I stayed in bed until 2:30pm or so. I was falling in and out of sleep and I was having weird dreams, namely about the Middle East (I watched a movie the night before on Saddam Hussein so that must be why). I got up and moved to the couch where I watched football and fell asleep some more. I then went back to bed around 4:30pm and stayed there for a few more hours. Kevin was so cute, he kept checking in on me, bringing me juice (aka Gatorade) and asking if I was feeling better. I began to feel better around 7pm after some popsicles and a piece of toast and was up and about for a few hours.

Around midnight Kevin began knocking on his door saying he threw up in his bed. Ugh. He obviously woke Erin up so she was screaming as Lynn cleaned up Kevin. We put him back to bed only to have him throw up again, and again! I moved him to the living room couch as we had no more bed sheets for him. And then a few hours later, Lynn got sick.

Phew, brutal night for everyone.