Friday 11PM and all is quiet in the house. Then we awake to gagging and a mess in a crib. So we went from party, party to puke. HMMMM. Being our resident gag queen, we cleaned her up, put new sheets in her bed and it was like a bad science experiment, her head hit the pillow and there she blew. I think it was at that moment we realized, the plans we had for slumber would not be fulfilled for the evening. At least for one of us, and in apparent rock paper scissors I don't remember, I lost. Even though before we had kids, I agreed to what came out of the other end, but not what was thrown up, that was Wayne's end. I run a close second to Ellison, when it comes to the gag queen award. Off, to the towel covered couch we went. As each hour came and went, a new outfit was modeled. The virus, thought it was most fitting to attack the one member of our family that had no aim and was terrified of throwing up in a cup. We have been so fortunate that this was our FIRST true stomach virus with one of the kids. I hope and pray that they are few and far between, because the next one, I might fake one myself, to get Wayne on clean up duty.
She would be sitting on the couch watching TV and just randomly lay over and go to sleep throughout the day. She might sleep for 10 minutes or an hour, it was pitiful.
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