I Want This Night to End

About an hour after I put the boys to bed on Friday, I heard the sound of little feet running across the floor. I found poor Michael lying on the floor of the bathroom. He was crying and had been sick. I got him clean and changed his sheets and got him settled again in bed. He was sick numerous (read that as eleven) times during the night. Poor kid. At some point, Spencer was woken up too. We all agreed that we wanted that night to end. We spent the next two days doing nothing. By Sunday evening, Michael felt great. Monday morning came and I was in the bathroom getting ready for work. Spencer joined me in the bathroom to tell me that he ate too much on Sunday and that it is giving him a stomach ache now. I suggested perhaps that he was sick. Nope. He just ate too much on Sunday. He threw up within 30 seconds of that comment. He recovered quickly though and was back at school on Tuesday insisting that he had not been sick, that "it was just the stomach flu." Which, somehow in his mind, is different from being sick. I got sick Wednesday. It was miserable. We are all better now.