Well, it is way past my bedtime and I have already been awakened out of a deep sleep.
My hubby is away this week for work. Its just me and the kids. Normally, at times like these, I let the 6 year old sleep in my room. So, as soon as she asked, I obliged. The problem arose with my son..... At two years old he can be quite a handful. And when he wakes up in the middle of the night, usually my hubby deals with him. But tonight I was on my own. So I let him come into my bed.
He ended up being sick on my bed. Oh joy. So he ran to the couch to rest while I put my bedding in the washing machine. Not five minutes later, he got up from the couch, I heard him coughing and then he threw up again -- unsupervised.
I ran to the scene of the crime -- expecting the worst. And then the most amazing thing happened. I saw that he threw up on the FLOOR! Not on any toys, clothes, or books. It was the floor. And it was because I cleaned it.
I guess being sick isn't so bad when you have a clean house.