Yesterday the kids were so cranky and difficult. I was very frustrated. So we had pizza for dinner, which we had to force Charlotte to eat. And then Rob took the kiddos on a hike (or 'forced march' as we jokingly called it.) Well, then I went out for a run. (yes, I'm running now, and for the record, I have lost 21 pounds. Woo-hoo!) And I came home to "the worst domestic disaster we have ever had." (or something like that, I forget Rob's exact words.)
Charlotte had been standing on the stairs to the loft when she yelled out, "Daddy, I spilled!" Rob went to see what happened and discovered that Charlotte had vomited all over the (open riser) stairs (and the wall, light fixture, and the second set of stairs below.) Oh how happy I was that I hadn't been home at that moment. ;) Clearly she is a sick kid. And yes, we feel really, really bad about the pizza and the hike.
There were about three more incidents during the night. We've introduced the concept of the "barf bucket" and she used that like a pro-- once anyway. Charlotte also knows many, many words now to explain what happened instead of saying "I spilled."
So, today is a day at home- with chamomile tea and, so far, one piece of toast. And many movies. And laundry. And bleach. I hope this doesn't spread to Toby next. :) Aren't kids so much fun?!?