just one of the reasons my life is pretty glamorous

Okay! I'm finally back. Basically my kids have been sick since 2010, Jason's new schedule gives me about 2 hours a day to do 10 hours of work, and working out is a ridiculous time suck. All of this leaves no time for my passion, blogging.

Funny story. P had been ill. His stomach hurt and he'd had a fever, but he hadn't thrown up or anything.

I went to bed at 10, because Tony Horton and FlyLady are assimilating me into their respective cults and require a solid 8 hours a night to accomplish this. Jason came upstairs at whenever World of Warcraft closed for the night. He went into the bathroom, and found a foul-smelling puddle of vomit on the floor.

He went to inspect the kids for puke spatter evidence, and found G passed out with a damp jammie shirt. G insisted he was just sweaty, but Jason changed him and put him back to bed.

The next morning we were faced with a school attendance conundrum. P still had a fever and a sick stomach. G seemed perky enough, so I sent him to school along with a warning to the school nurse about our midnight whodunnit.

Late in the afternoon, I was cuddling P and he said he had something to tell me but he was scared I would be mad. I agreed I probably would want to punch him in the face for whatever it was, but encouraged him to confess nonetheless. He said he'd awakened with a sick stomach the night before, and had run to the bathroom but hadn't made it to the toilet in time. Then he was too scared to ask for help cleaning up (because of the face-punchings) and didn't know how to do it himself, so he left it and went back to bed. And also it wasn't puke.