Christmas Eve. All is good.
Kids are watching movies and playing - and Trent and I decide to make some cookies for the kids to take when they go w/ their dad to their Mema & Papas house. All is still good. Kids eat popcorn. Time for bed. Bryce tells me that his stomach doesn't feel well. I see this as a trick - as he doesn't want to go to bed - but truth be told - I had alot left to do. I needed them to go to bed.
Upstairs they go. I'm doing my thing. I hear Bryce screaming for me. I go up and he's thrown up from his room, down the hall and all through the bathroom. Wonderful.
Take the sheets off the bed, put him back to bed. 5 minutes later, I'm wrapping again and guess what I hear? Yes, this went on for about 1.5 hours. It was almost midnight when I convinced him that he had to sleep, and no he couldn't sleep on the couch (like we usually do when they are sick).
I FINALLY got stuff under the tree around 12:30 and was exhausted from guarding the living room from little boys - and trying to put out 'stuff' from You Know Who.
I get woken up at 5 am because Bryce now has the other issue going on and he gets like frantic when he's sick. So in all of this, Trent is awake and here we go!
I called their dad at 6:30 as he had planned on coming over to open presents when they woke up. He is so sick that he's going to miss Christmas. We did our presents here, went to my moms and opened them there and then took H his presents from us.
So far Trent is fine, and I have a stomach ache that turns out to be nothing more than just eating too much coffee cake that Mark brought me. Bryce seems to be feeling better and H is in bed sick still.
argh. Now I'm going to take a nap.
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