Only 3.5 hours into the 2007 run and I can see that this year will whip last year's ass!
Right after they went to bed, LittleBrother woke with stomach rumblings and decided to take a shower. While in there, he yakked enough to clog the drain. Then BigBrother woke up by yakking a large quantity of something (lung bits? spleen?) in his bed. Both boys have had 2 showers each tonight and there is no hot water at the moment. Yay.
I will be home with 2 exploding children tomorrow. Yay.
Please, sweet baby Jesus who has never vomited a day in his life on his golden robes, take this AWAY!
In between vomit sessions, the boys mentioned that their mother has been sick and puking too. A courtesy call to let us know that the Plague was on its way to our house would have been kind. We could have purchased appropriate attire for the festivities.
She did call and leave Sweety a message earlier today asking if BB could come and babysit for her on Wednesday night so she can get her hair done though. Oh, and she also called BB's phone at 10:30 p.m. because she didn't know how to run her cable box and thought that he could help her. Doesn't she know they have, oh, I dunno...bedtimes? Sweety answered the phone and let her know that they were already asleep and he told her that it was pretty self explanatory to fix the cable - just follow the directions that show up on the t.v. screen. He's calling her back tomorrow to tell her that BB won't be babysitting for her on Wednesday.
I'm gonna see if we have any hot water yet. Then I'm going to sniff some bleach to get the vomit odor out of my nose.