It Gets Worse.
After bringing DD home last night, she settled in and slept through the night. I can't say the same for her sisters. Apparently they caught the bug. From 2:30 on I was up every half hour with somebody who was tossing her cookies. By 5:30 I was consciously hating my husband who was peacefully sleeping in an oblivion that only a man can achieve when all three of his kids barfing their guts up.
Finally, he gets up at 6 and oldest DD fills him in on all that he missed (including the fact that I am a bit ticked off that he never heard us during the night!). She is the most cheerful sick person I have ever encountered. He heads off to work, but calls me at 10 to let me know that is is leaving to come help out and so that I can make my Trial Ad class this afternoon-fortunately, the only class I have today. I think his boss might be a little PO'd, especially after the nanny fiasco last week, but hopefully we can get over this hump and back on track.
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