Last night Tommy and Joey were being way too rowdy right before dinner so I separated them. Tommy was to sit on the big, cushy chair and Joey was to sit on the big, cushy couch and no one was to bother mummy for at least 2 minutes so that I could feed Ben, finish dinner, and start the third load of laundry.
All of a sudden I heard crying and Joey was saying, "What's wrong Tommy? Are you just so sick? Did you throw up? Is that so gross?" HUH?? I ran into the living room and sure enough, there was vomit all over Tommy and all over the chair. "I bomit mumma!" Tommy told me. "I see that. Are you okay?" I asked him. "Uh-huh."
Great. Here comes the flu. Now Joe will be puking, and then Ben will be puking. It will be a virtual puke fest.
I cleaned up the mess, changed Tommy, finished feeding Ben, gave the boys their dinner, and changed Ben's diaper, all the while waiting for the next vomit episode. I wasn't even sure if I should give Tommy any dinner so soon after "the bomit", but he insisted he was hungry. The boys ate their dinner, and nothing. The boys played together, and nothing. I followed Tommy around with a puke bucket despite his insisting on being better. Every time he paused or became still for a moment, I lunged with the bucket. Still nothing.
Now it is the next day and I am still waiting, afraid to even think it was a fluke. Like maybe the minute I admit it was a fluke all the boys will start puking at once. "Ha HA! We fooled you! We really ARE sick!"
For now, I guess I'll just keep hoping it was some rare kind of spontaneous vomit.
And yes, I did just write a whole post about vomit. And, you're welcome.