Quarantine

This nasty stomach stuff has really taken hold around here. Ben had it by Tuesday morning and was pretty much knocked out for the whole day. Thank goodness his planned trip out to sea was delayed by a day (for other reasons having nothing at all to do with Ben's yucky tummy) and he was able to spend the day in bed. So whether he felt like it our not, he was off to the boat at 5am this morning. Which was right about the same time George woke me up crying that he has thrown up on his whoopsy. So I got him up and did all the usual "lets get this cleaned up asap so mommy can get you back in bed before you're to awake to get back to sleep" clean up, got in back in bed and even managed to convince him that he could in deed sleep without a whoopsy. Then I jumped right back in bed hoping for at least two more hours, but it was not to be. About 5 minutes later I heard the same cry. This time I didn't even remake his bed, thinking I would be stripping it again, I threw down an old blanket and put a sheet over it, changed his clothes again and stuck in back in bed with a quick "Yes George I promise you can sleep without whoopsy". Well that worked and I didn't hear anything else out of him, poor baby. He is the fourth out of the five of us to get sick and since the only one left is me and Ben is out to sea, I hope at the very least I can make it till the kids are in bed. I can feel my tummy is not happy, but I dont quite feel sick yet. I'm hoping with a little mommy sheer will I can keep it at bay for 2 hours and 25 minutes more. Pray for me! 

I guess if I was looking on the bright side I haven't been puked on this time!