Recovering

Well, we all ended up sick yesterday... Porter and Ryan laid down for a nap at 1:30, Ry woke up at 4:30 sick as a dog and unable to get off the toilet. I laid down for a nap at that point and woke up at 5:30 to Hudson bawling in the living room, Ryan nearly bawling in the bathroom and Porter was STILL sleeping.

I then began throwing up as well.

There was one point where I was in the fetal position over a waste paper basket in the kitchen, throwing my guts up, Ryan was in the bathroom upstairs, Hudson had woken up in the pack n play in the dining room and had thrown up all over himself and was crying but neither of us were able to go get him. Porter was feeling a little better at this point and was watching Mickey's Twice Upon a Christmas for the 5th time that day.

Anyhow, we are all home from work today and 3 of the 4 of us are feeling a bazillion times better. One, in true male... errr Ryan... fashion is still in bed. Funny how he always manages to be WAAAY more sick than anyone else could ever possibly imagine being.

I've spent the morning washing blankets and pillow cases and finishing up laundry, washing toys and pacifiers and bottles and loading and unloading the dishwasher. Hopefully we'll be functioning normally by tomorrow!