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9:55 p.m. - H's leave
10 p.m. Max throws up. We put him to bed upstairs on the bottom bunk so he doesn't have to leap from his bed if he needs to up-chuck again.
I wrote my blog post and then Doug and I went to bed about 11ish and watched our new favorite show "Modern Family" in bed on the lap top.
12:00 - Lights out.
12:20 a.m. Max runs to the bathroom and throws up again.
While we're up, I decide to puke too. Just for fun.
I throw up again while we're up and then go downstairs to find the hidden Coke on the top shelf in the very back of the pantry. Growing up, the only time we were allowed Coke was when we were yaking. Did you know Coke Syrup is used to settle stomachs? It is! I gave some to Max and I and we all go back to bed again. (Max says, "What's 'Coke'? I don't like the sound...I don't like the sound....." He was too delirious to form a complete sentence.)
Everyone goes back to bed. A few minutes later, Max is up heaving again.
Soon, Doug hears something downstairs and goes down to find Gabe passed out in a pile of yuck. (He did get some in his bowl, though...!)
A few minutes go by (or hours? or years?) and Sam decides to join the fun. Doug goes down to find ick all over the bathroom and is thankful Sam made it to a hard floor. But then discovers Sam started by the tree, marked his territory there, and then moved to the bathroom.
I camp on the floor by my bathroom and moan piteously. (Dear Military Housing, Get some freaking pad under the carpet! It was like laying on bare concrete!)
At some point, Doug moves all the boys to the upstairs hallway outside the bathroom and just stops getting back in bed.
Max pukes about 30 times and starts yelling "I'M GOING TO DIE!!!" in-between each visit to the toilet. Later, I hear Gabey yelling the same thing: "I'M GOING TO DIE!!!" (It was such an awesomely fun night.)
At some point I stop even trying to help and mostly just stay in my room moaning. I do vaguely remember seeing Doug sitting up in the hall around 4 am looking at Black Friday sales on the lap top with three passed out boys close at hand.
Somehow, Gray and Doug are spared from the intestinal trauma. (Although I wouldn't call what Doug went through last night being "spared" from anything.)
Today the boys have been locked in the house all day. Doug says they've been playing the Wii until the controllers lose battery power, then they watch T.V. for awhile until they can play Wii again. (It's probably been the best day of their collective lives.)
Doug has cleaned our carpet with a borrowed carpet cleaner and done approximately 87 loads of laundry.
I, personally opted for a different route to recovery. I slept until 4.
Yes, 4 p.m. this evening.
Yes, I got up two hours ago.
Of course I've been nursing Gray whenever Doug brings him to me, but other then that, I've slept all day.
Sleeping is one of my special talents and I can sleep any of you under the table any day of the week. (Not to brag or anything...I'm just really that good.)
And now that I've taken a shower, had an apple and some 7up, and written this blog post, I think I'll go back to bed!
You win "Husband and Father of the Year".
Your sleepy wife Emily
Dear Everyone Else,
I wouldn't wish last night on my worst enemies and I definitely hope all of our friends are spared!!! If you're not, please blame the P's. They started it.
Good luck and Goodnight!
Your favorite blogger Emily in Japan