A few weeks ago Grace woke up crying from her nap. It was earlier than she usually wakes so I waited to see if she would fall back to sleep. She didn't. When I went in to get her she was still crying.
"Why are you crying, Gracie?" I asked her.
"No know!" she answered back shaking her head.
"You don't know? Are you just whiny?" I prodded further.
"No." she said using her most favorite word.
Since that little incident every time I go in to get Grace out of bed she loves to tease me.
"I cai!" she tells me, regardless of if she is actually crying or happy as a lark.
"Oh baby, don't cry!" I comfort her each time.
"I whiny!" she adds.
"Don't be whiny!" I tell her as we both laugh.
It really is cute. And she does this EVERY time I come to get her. It always cracks me up. And lately I could use a little laughter to get me going.
I have had close to no sleep the last four nights.
It started on Sunday night. Ben woke up screaming and crying because he had thrown up all over his sheets, blankets, stuffed animals, and floor. The hubby and I went to work cleaning up the boy, the bed, and the floor and then got everyone back to sleep. An hour later the same thing happened again. And then a couple more times after that.
The next day he seemed to be feeling better. He was eating small amounts of food and feeling fairly well. That night I was very excited to go to bed and actually get some sleep. But that didn't happen. Ben threw up in the middle of the night again. By the time everything was cleaned up and everyone was back in bed a huge thunderstorm rolled through our area. It was so loud I just could not fall asleep.
The next day Ben was right as rain. He ate breakfast, went to school, and even went to swim class at night. Yay! And that night he slept great. But Tommy didn't.
It started at about 9:00 on Tuesday night and ended around 6:30 Wednesday morning. Tommy puked round the clock just about every hour. I think I may have gotten a half hour of sleep that night.
By Wednesday afternoon Tommy told me he was 100% better. Great!
By Wedneday night all of the boys were overtired from being awakened by their brothers' puking for the last three nights. We put them to bed and crossed our fingers. I knew this night would be better. I even allowed myself to have a drinky poo while watching Survivor.
Todd (who was starting to feel sick himself) and I attempted to catch up on our sleep and headed off to bed early. Unfortunately, I was so paranoid someone was going to call me that I couldn't fall asleep. Then someone called me. Joey threw up four times last night.
I am running on fumes today. I am sick of doing puke-soaked loads of laundry in the middle of the night. I must get some sleep. I hate vomit. When will this end? I hope Grace isn't next. Why must these vomit attacks always happen in the middle of the night? Poor kids. Such troopers. My stomach is really starting to feel icky. I'm exhausted.