AT 3:30 AM Wednesday morning I was woken up by a sobbing kiddo. I rushed into their bedroom and one of the guys, A., threw up, just as I got in there. Poor thing. C. woke up, too and I noticed he had throw up in his bed. Yikes.
Now that really gets the adrenaline flowing!
I cleaned them up and settled in for what I like to call Pukapalooza 2015. Nothing quite like having twins sick at the same time.
Two days later, the boys were done but then it was Hubs' turn.
And then it was the Fourth of July.
And holy crap, I had five days off of work, but when you spend two of them elbow deep in bleach wipes, it doesn't feel so relaxing.
Now I am back. I will write a lovely post tomorrow about my June recap and all my miles and running and walking. I'll include pictures and you can see what an awesome weekend we ended up having once the vomiting stopped.
I'm also catching up on my reading so if you notice me posting on your stuff from last week, that is why.
Until then, rest assured, I am alive and well.
Even though I need a vacation!