Last night, after dinner, Chris and I were talking about how the weekend wasn't nearly as productive as we had hoped, but that we were doing better than we had in the past couple of weeks. And then we went to bed and the bottom fell out. No sooner had we laid our heads down on the pillow, and Chan walked in complaining that her tummy hurt. So I said, "Well come climb in and I'll rub your back." She started walking over to the bed and moaned weakly, "I'm gonna frow up." And she started walking back to the door to run down to their bathroom. At this point I am trying to hop out of bed, Chris is throwing back the covers, and I'm telling her to just go in our bathroom, but she's disoriented, etc. so Chris picked her up to carry her into our bathroom and she didn't quite make it - vomit on the bedroom floor, the bathroom floor, and then all over the toilet area. So, I emailed in sick today, and slept with Chan in the spare bedroom - she threw up 11 times...all over her bathroom, all over the spare bed...it was not a fun night. I took her to the doctor this morning and she has a stomach virus. The doctor came in the room and said "Chan, I hear that you have been vomiting and that you have a fever." Chan said, "And frowing up, too." :) We slept the afternoon away.
Chris came home with Casey and Quinn. By 6pm Chris was throwing up and is now in bed with Chan while I am trying to maintain somewhat of a normal evening for Casey and Quinn. I really, really hope that it doesn't spread to the rest of us. Big sigh. It is never dull in our house.