The boy went to bed a little warm last night. I speculated that he may just be tired. He didn’t eat real well at dinner either- he forced himself to eat more than he wanted because he was worried that he would get the pasta again today. He isn’t a big fan of pasta. Unfortunately, he’s smart enough to know he can play the “I’m full” card if he doesn’t like something. Our only counter measure is, if we suspect he is still hungry but just doesn’t want to eat what’s in front of him, to serve the meal again the next day.
So about 1:30 he got sick. He dealt well with it. The Wife saw him back to bed after about 15 minutes.
About a half-hour later, the Wife disappeared into the bathroom. Shortly afterwards she got sick. She came to bed a little after that.
The boy got sick again around 3 or so. I stayed up with him until he was ready to go to bed. Again, he was a trooper- dealing with the unpleasantness as best he could. He was trying to understand why he kept getting sick. I just told him it happens to everyone and all he could do was get through it. He finally went back to bed about 3:30.
The Wife then got sick a couple more times shortly after that. I was up with her until she was steady enough to make it back to bed.
So the lass and I escaped the night unscathed. The lass in particular, since she slept through everything.
The Wife is still sleeping. The boy came down around 8 this morning- very late for him. He’s hanging in there, but his stomach still isn’t quite right and his head hurts a little too. The lass is at school- she was nice a chipper. Just the sort of remedy for a long night.
On to the long day.