Imagine this...

I peaceful night of sleep. No children in your bed. No children camped out on the the floor. NO BARF BUCKETS. No worries...
Tuesday night Isaac threw up a few times. We had a hard night with him. Up what seems like a million times. Wednesday he was still pretty yucky feeling. So we stayed home.
The nurse from school called me yesterday afternoon. "Ammon threw up and you need to come get him. He is really pale." I was not surprised... Isaac and Ammon are attached at the hip. Of course they are going to share germs. He threw up until about 11pm. Sometime around midnight Noah started the puking act. Babies and throw up are not my thing. I hate it... they give no warning. No time to get to the bathroom. We thought we had the kids all under control until Jordie started up. SHE HATES TO THROW UP. She cries and moans. She laments about the taste in her mouth. After a quick course in Barfing 101 she finally felt some relief. I called Marc-a-Roni this morning.. He lasted until 8am. No he is not home. He has to get a few things wrapped up before he can come home to wait out the bug...
Good news with all of this is that I did 4 yes count them 4 loads of laundry throughout out the night!