Murphy's Law

The past few days I have been staying up very late painting, and then getting up early when Sawyer climbs into bed with me at 6:00 am. When I woke up yesterday Ken said "Wow-You look rough. You need some sleep!!" So last night, all I wanted to do was get some sleep...blessed sleep. Ken made us all dinner and then joked around with the boys, "Ok boys, now you need to go and put Mommy to bed!" Ha ha.

After the boys were fed, bathed and put to bed I was soon to follow. I came down stairs and sat down to watch a little bit of tv and Ken took one look at me and said "Would you just get some sleep already?!" So I drug myself upstairs and flopped into bed. About ten minutes later I heard Sawyer crying. I tried to tune it out but something about the cry, and the timing made me come out of my coma and go into his room. When I went in the stench of vomit was overwhelming and the poor Bean was covered in vomit. His bed and wall looked like someone threw a bucket of puke all over it. He sat in his bed crying and shocked with what had just happened.

And thus began Pukefest, 2010 and another sleepless night.

I lost track of the number of times he got sick, but it was *a lot*. And every time he would throw up he would cry a tiny bit and then thank me for cleaning him up. He even managed to puke in the toilet AND the wastebasket a few times. I was impressed at his pinpoint accuracy. Throughout it all though he was very sweet and very appreciative--which definitely helps when you have to get up 8 million times in the course of a very long night.

Now if we have any luck at all, Liam will not get it and we can all get some sleep tonight. Here's hoping!