Remember the old phrase, be careful what you ask for. On Sunday night I sat in my grumpy, I have to go back to school tomorrow, mood when Henry, who just ate a whole bowl of chili with cheese and tortilla chips, suddenly announced, "momma, I don't feel good." I unwisely told him to just go get changed for bed. Within seconds Henry was in his bedroom puking all over his cream colored carpet. Mark ran in first (hahaha) and sent Henry towards the bathroom. I ushered Henry over to the bathtub and tried to soothe him as he threw up 4 more times! After his episode was over, I cleaned him up and gave him some water (Bad Mistake).
After drinking the water, Henry didn't make it to the bathroom, he lost all the water and the few chunks that were left in his stomach, all over the hallway. Mark and I spent the rest of Sunday evening cleaning puke from the bedroom, bathroom and hallway.
We put the boys to bed and laid down for the evening, when we heard crying again. Henry had thrown up all over his bed! So everyone was up again and we were back to cleaning.
The next day, Henry was in better spirits, but because of the late night, he took a really long nap. So long, that he didn't even notice that he had wet his bed. So for the second time, I removed his sheets and took them down to the laundry. While Henry was peeing the bed, George had suddenly took a turn for the worse and puked all over the hall (in the exact same spot Henry had thrown up). George then went to the tub and finished off there.
Needless to say, I had to take Monday and Tuesday off of work to do endless amounts of puke cleaning, pee cleaning and laundry! (but in the end, I did have time to scrapbook a page of George)
