"Mom, I don't feel so good."

These are not words anyone wants to hear from a child leaning over their bed at 3:00 am. All I could think when #1 came into my room and announced she felt like she was going to throw up was, "Please take about 3 steps back so you don't ralph on my head!" I know, compassionate, right? Truth be told I like my sleep. I am the least compassionate person at 3:00 am and it doesn't get any better before 10:00 am. This is probably the reason #3 treks all the way around to daddy's side of the bed when she wants to join us after a bad dream.

Any who, about two hours later I was awaken by the sound of #1 coming down with the stomach flu. All I could think was, "am I going to get sick? does my stomach hurt? did i kiss her goodnight last night? why does my tummy feel like that? UGH, i hate being sick!" - I know, more compassion, right. I'm telling you NOT BEFORE 10:00 am!!

Later that day #1 was joined by #2 and myself. These are the days I wish we had more than one bathroom. Today we stayed home together (and boy, were we a pretty group), hung out in our jammies, and laid around in my bed. I'll be the first to admit I'm not getting any younger, but it really is unfair how fast the germy little monsters feel better while I'm still feeling like death. Hey, kids, THANKS FOR SHARING!!