Three weeks ago the flu struck our house. Well technically it struck the girls while flying back from Ohio (I apologize again to anyone who may have been sitting near us on the plane). Then I was sick. Then Chris. And the following week when Matt left for Japan Emily got sick again.
So at 5:15 this morning I slowly got myself out of bed to make Matt coffee since he was leaving for another trip and had to catch a 7 am flight. (This was not a good day for "spring ahead".) I come back upstairs, crawl into bed, slowly drift to sleep as Matt finishes packing when we hear Sam start crying and yelling "Mama!" No she wasn't talking in her sleep. And no she didn't miss me and want me to come crawl into bed with her. Rather she puked all over her bed. Yes. She. Puked. Again. And while I changed her bed she continued to puke in the bathroom and then again in a bucket.
Now I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Emily stayed the night at one her teammates house last night so hopefully she is okay there. I am sure it is just a matter of time before Chris starts up. And if I get sick we are totally screwed as Matt just left to work the Cat booth at ConExpo in Las Vegas. He better just enjoy whatever time he gets laying by the pool at his hotel in Vegas because when he returns he may just find himself with our lovely children alone for a few days.