Ickies

Charlize complained of a belly ache all day. She barely ate, and just layed around all day. By this afternoon, she seemed a little better.

Rayce got off the bus at 345, ran upstairs (we were still in bed napping), cried, said his head hurt, layed down next to me for about 10 seconds, jumped up, ran in the bathroom, and puked.

:o(

Since 345 this afternoon, that's 6 hours, he's puked about 10 (ish) times.

My poor, poor guy.

He is so sick.

Rayce got a sip of ginger ale for dinner. The rest of us had a breakfast dinner.

Charlize sat at the table, took a bite of toast, and puked everywhere.

She doesn't seem to be feeling that sick.

I can only assume that Liliya and I are next.

I can only hope that it's over quickly.

I am TERRIFIED of getting sick myself and having to take care of 3 children by myself.

This part of being a single parent is one of the hardest.

I hate the ickies.