Could someone call the Waaa-mbulance?

I know there are starving children in Africa.

I know there are mothers who walk 5 miles one way just to get fresh drinking water for the family.

I know that my life is a privileged one. And that I am a spoiled American girl.

But....can I just say....WAAAA!!!!!

13 days ago Drew threw up on me. Exactly one week later, just when we thought we were in the clear, Julianna threw up all over my parents' kitchen while Tom and I attended a wedding.

That Sunday I spent most of the day with a clingy Julianna. I ducked out of the house for about 2 hours to spend some time with my dear friend Shanna....had I known that that was the last time I would see the light of day...I would have made it a three or four our coffee date. Alas, we cannot foresee these things.

Monday (MLKJ Day) I thought everyone was feeling better. Until Julianna threw up all over her bed at naptime. But, that's okay. Lily would be going back to school on Tuesday...so at least we wouldn't all be going stir crazy sitting on top of each other. Right?

Wrong. At approximately 3 AM CDT Lily started throwing up. It snuck up on her...so she threw up in her bed and then on her carpet on the way to the bathroom.

Tom was also feeling like he was coming down with something and said that he couldn't clean it up. With my new found puke confidence I tiptoed into her room. Confidence gone. I couldn't do it.

Tom ended up cleaning it all up. We all got back to bed, and to sleep, just in time to hear Lily say, "My tummy hurts again. BLECH!!!!" all over the kitchen floor.

Stuck at home Tuesday. And Wednesday. Because Lily had run a fever all day Tuesday....but, I made it. She would go back to school on Thursday. Right?

Wrong again. Ice storm. School cancelled. I cry. Meanwhile, Tom is getting sicker.

Thank heaven for good friends. Andrea invited the troops and I to her house for the morning on Thursday. We went to my mom's house for the afternoon. I finally managed an errand so that I could get Drew birthday presents.

Friday. Everyone goes back to school. Drew's birthday, happy day. Oh, wait. Lily has early release. Everyone is home by 1 PM- except Tom...

Tom is very busy at work. Huge deadline, very little time. He's getting sicker.

Friday night poor Tom drags in with pizzas for Drew birthday dinner. We eat. Sing. Blow out candles. Put the children to bed.

Saturday. 1 AM. Julianna is up with a very bad diarrhea diaper.

3 AM Julianna is up again. I don't hear her cry (Tom is the one with the good ears...but he's passed out with NyQuil). I don't hear her cry...so she screams. And Howls. I come....everyone is awake.

No one went back to sleep. Lily started running to the bathroom a few times. A little too late once (or twice).

No one went back to sleep.

Drew's special birthday trip is postponed. Mommy's admittance to a mental hospital moved up.