Early this morning we were awakened by the sweet sounds of vomit being spewed from somewhere down the hall. Josh raced out of the room to help the unknown victim (although odds were on Caleb since he had thrown up the night before and Calvin, while feverish, hadn’t displayed any signs of puking) and I heard a loud thud and a small voice ask, “are you OK?”
So I dash out of bed and see Josh lying on the tile at the end of the hallway. He slipped in the vomit in the hallway (as Caleb had almost made it to the bathroom before throwing up) and landed hard, slamming his foot into the doorjamb, cracking a toenail in the process.
The commotion woke Carter, who immediately wanted to know if he could go open his Lego and chocolate advent calendars (really?!), and the baby who had been sleeping next to me. By the time Caleb and Josh showered off I had gotten the baby back to sleep, but then I was wide awake.
So much for a relaxing weekend spent sleeping in . . .