I was so excited to have my three nephews have a slumber party at my house. I had ice cream sundaes and movies planned for the fun evening. But if there was one thing I’ve learned about having kids and making plans is there is no chance it will work out the way you think. There we were, Susan and William asleep; whip cream, chocolate chips, caramel syrup and ice cream in hand; the sickness started. Susan stood at the top of the stairs. Her Tinkerbell nightgown covered in throwup. Screaming. I thought maybe she had just gotten upset and gagged. She had not been happy about leaving her nephews and hitting the sack. I changed the sheets, cleaned up Susan, started bedtime routine over again. I thought I had it under control. Throw up again. I had to cancel the slumber party and watch my poor daughter wake up every hour sick to her stomach. The poor thing. She’s lying next me right now on the couch sleeping. There has been no vomitting since 5 a.m. When she wakes up I’m going to give her a big hug for keeping me on my toes and wait for the next adventure. Sorry boys. We’ll do a sleepover again later.
The sickness never ends
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