sickos

monday mornings are always a little hectic for me. it's hard trying to get back into the swing of things after a relaxing weekend at home with the kids (that was a joke). lauren had ballet this morning and afterwards she mentioned that her tummy hurt a little. at first i thought maybe it was because she has potty issues, but then i remembered that last week my stomach hurt a little. nothing ever came of it, but i just didn't feel great. i told her to lay down and rest and in the mean time, my biggest baby of all comes walking in the back door. i'm like, "what are you doing home?" he responds, "my stomach hurts." UH OH! i will spare us all the details, but it wasn't a pretty sight. i quarantined these two and let james take care of her while i took care of the boys. Lord knows i can't get sick (the world does not stop to take care of mommy's), and i do not want to deal with a baby doing what they were doing. eeks.

you know lauren is sick when she'll lay down like this and not move for hours.


after jared got home from school, i went ahead and took him and brandon up to the ymca. i needed to run and i wanted to keep them as far away from james and lauren as possible. after my awesome run with katherine, we were standing outside talking. jared starts acting silly and not listening. i said, "stop!" he responds back with, "i want to go home, i'm not feeling well." i say, "if you weren't feeling well, you wouldn't be acting like a wild maniac." katherine and i finish up our conversation and start heading to our cars. i click the button for the sliding doors to open and just as jared starts to climb in the mini, he starts throwing up all over the parking lot and the side of my car. oops. i guess he wasn't feeling well after all.

i get him home and he goes upstairs to get ready for bed. by the time i get brandon situated with dinner (like 10 minutes), i go upstairs to check on jared. he's passed out in his bed. poor baby. i check on james and lauren who seem to be feeling a little better. she's up watching a movie at this point. i take brandon upstairs to his room to play. while he's entertained, i go check on jared. at some point, he got sick again. instead of getting up and going to the bathroom, he threw up all over his bed, blankets, lovies, himself, the floor. OMG. i thought i was going to die. at this point i start questioning what i did to deserve this today?!?!?! thank goodness brandon didn't mind playing in his room by himself. i was able to get everything cleaned up and then i went and took a shower. i felt so violated by the germs today! thank goodness everyone is finally sleeping peacefully in their beds. i'm hiding out in the guest room. :)

thank goodness brandon and i are still healthy...at this hour at least!