Stupid gets stupider

I know I’ve been using the word stupid to describe this week a whole lot. I wish I had time to come up with a new word, but instead I’ve been spending my time uncovering things covered in vomit—children, sheets, clothes, and couches.

Last night, just as Tom and I were contemplating bed, Shep started throwing up. By 1:30am, Neko started, too. And all the commotion woke Ellery up, so we were all up until 3am. By morning, the throwing up seemed to be over, but it looked like a tornado had blown through. We did about ten loads of laundry and cleaned and sanitized. Just as we were about to put Neko and Shep down for naps, Ellery joined the sick crew. More laundry and sanitizing followed. The kids were intermittently crazy (see photo) and exhausted.

So far, Tom and I are healthy. But the writing is on the wall.