We bought a steam vac just in time!

This would have been funny if I were, say, watching in on TV instead of living it.

Saturday evening I went to a free outdoor concert behind the Art Place with Rachael. A friend that we were sitting with offered me both a Milano cookie and some hummus, which are two things I normally love, but for odd reason I frowned slightly and said no thanks. "I must have had a big dinner," I said. "I'm just not hungry."

That night at around 11:30 pm I woke up and tossed my cookies.

A few hours later I heard the same lovely sounds coming from my husband Robert.

And again. Me.

And again. Him.

And it's hard to remember much of anything after that ... I felt so horrible I could barely talk or get out of bed. I remember feeling like I wished I could die, I felt so awful.

I know my mother came over to watch the baby while my dad took the girls to his house.
I remember having a temperature of 100.4.

Then ... I remember being told that Rebecca had started throwing up repeatedly at my dad's house, at which point the girls came back home.

At one point I remember lying in bed while Robert suddenly went running to the bathroom holding Rebecca and saying to her, "Get Doggie out of the way!"

Then ... a little while later I heard more hurling coming from the girls' room, followed by someone's voice saying, "Oh, now Rachael's throwing up!"

By some miracle we managed to get everybody, including the baby, in bed for the night by about seven. Rebecca only threw up once in the middle of the night.

Today we are much better. As usual, the kids have more energy than we do. The temperatures and hurling has thankfully stopped, but now we feel ... weak. Robert weighed himself and said he lost six pounds.