Last night, just as I was coming home from taking the kids to piano, Scott and Nathan got sick.
I was secretly grateful we were a few minutes late getting home so that Scott had to be the one to scrub out the carpet.
(Don't tell him I said that)
Don't worry, I had my turn later when Brett and JD were sick several times over, from the hours of 8 PM until this morning. Luckily, they managed to hit the toilet, a bowl, or the bed sheets and blankets almost every time.
By 5:00 AM our hampers were overflowing and we were down to using just sleeping bags.
Clara also had a high fever all night and Samantha has been coughing and aching as well.
I've been feeling inklings of similar symptoms coming on, but I refuse to let them get any worse.
If I get sick, who is going to plow through the laundry, clean out the bowls of sickness, and administer the Motrin and Vicks Vaporub?