Sick House

Jack came in last night at about 12:30 with vomit on his face and pajamas, "Mommy, I froo up."

"Yeah, you did buddy. You're really sick."

I put him in the tub and set about cleaning up his bed. After he was dry and clean and in fresh jammies with clean sheets on his bed, I tucked him in and went back to bed. About five minutes after I fell asleep. He came running down the hall, "Mommy, I rilly sick." I grabbed him and ran for the bathroom. We made it just in time. The next four or five hours were spent between sick and sleep. Evan is sick now as well, and is currently asleep upstairs.

And so it is official, we are sick and staying in, which is probably a good thing, seeing as our car is buried under snow. I don't mind too much, the laundry is almost caught up, we are staying in pajamas all day and watching movies, but the lack of sleep is getting to me. Maybe a nap is in order.