May your Holidays (NOT) be full of this...

36 hours ago...

Jack started throwing up.
a few times in the night...

I didn't really think too much of it.

Until today.

When Josh took a 2 hour nap and I went to see what the deal was...
You don't want details...
but he had gotten a more severe version.

My cousin and I left to run to Marshall's...
and all &%$@ broke loose...

My phone rang and my mom said this when I answered...
"McKenna just threw up... can you get these cleaning supplies while you're there?"

at Ross a few moments later...
ring ring...
"Sydney just threw up"

at Target a few more minutes later getting supplies...
"Jack is throwing up again"


this is a scene from an hour ago...

and as I type this I have gotten up twice to help one of my poor suffering kiddos...

and just a moment ago Sam said
"mom my tummy hurts..."

"honey... your probably going to throw up"

"I don't want to throw up"

"Sorry babe, we don't get a choice in these matters..."

and then there is this little boy who for the last 2 days has only wanted me to hold him.


I have a [bad] feeling about Christmas Eve...
and the rest of this night for that matter...