So, I left town Friday and flew to California for some work. Here's how things are going at home since...

Friday -
11pm - B puked in his bed, the carpet in his room, the bathroom floor, and all over the toilet. OCD had to clean it all up, including B. Eventually he got it done and brought him downstairs into our bed.

Saturday -
3am - B woke up and puked in our bed and all over the bathroom floor and toilet. (Couldn't see that one coming, huh?) OCD cleans it all up and gets B back to sleep.

2pm - B seems to be feeling better and OCD decides to take a trip to the store. While standing in line B starts complaining, OCD picks him up and B promptly pukes all down the front of both of them. While someone runs for paper towels, OCD removes his and B's sweatshirts and puts them in a plastic grocery bag, pays for the food, apologizes and leaves.

2:10 - B pukes in the truck on the way home.

2:30 - B pukes in the house when they return.


Sunday - things seem to be getting better on the vomit front... only now it's coming out the other end, so they skip church.

Monday -
OCD takes the kids to the doctor. B's got a virus that's going around and the doctor warns that they will likely all get it.

By the afternoon, B is running around like he's feeling much better.

(oh yeah... and it snowed!)

Tuesday -

8:15am - OCD decides B is well enough for school and drops him off.

9:15am - OCD gets a call from the school that B had an "accident" and needs to be picked up. (Guess that tummy bug wasn't quite over, huh?)


I can only imagine how the rest of the week will be.