Awesomest week ever.

So here's how it goes.

Monday 6:30 a.m. - bleh, bleh coming from Thatcher's bed. Yep, lots of puke all ovet the sheets. Multiple more pukes throughout the morning. Multiple loads of wash done. Puking slows.
8:00 p.m. Bedtime.
10:30 p.m. More puking. More laundry. No sleep for Chris, only some for Ann.

Tuesday. Less puking, clear liquid diet only. Diarrhea starts. Diarrhea starts on the carpet! Oh #@^%! 1 hour + of carpet cleaning. Definitely need to keep diapers closer at hand.
Tuesday night - diarrhea blow outs x 3. Awesome. Best night of sleep ever.

Wednesday. Still puking. Not enough to warrant a doctor visit. A phone call to the doctor's office reports that 3 - 5 days of this is 'normal'. Awesome. Ann continues to become grouchier and grouchier.

Thursday. More puking. Lots of popsicles are consumed. Lots and lots of laundry and puked on sheets and towels. Somehow, Ann has convieniently avoided getting puke down the neck. That's a first! Another call to the doctor - yes, really, 3-5 days is normal. I mean we're on day four here! It's not very normal that I hope my child is LESS than average. . . Puking does seem to slow, he starts saying, "no my do it" for everything - so he's getting some back to normal.
8:00 pm bedtime. Only wakes up once and YES! no puke in the bed.

Friday. Wakes up ravenous. Downs 3 bowls of cereal. Plays for approx. 30 min - then pukes all over the chair and floor (yep, carpet again). So I try to carefully carry him to the shower to limit the carpet cleaning. I put him in the shower and then return to clean the mess. MMMM I love puke. Apparently so does the dog, as he is now eating the puke, as well as covering his face, chest and legs in it. Honestly.

That's it. I call the doctor for an appointment. I got him some zofran, and if this doesn't stop it, we're going to the hospital for IV fluids. This may top my list as one of the worst weeks ever. And guess how it all started? Easter candy. Lots and lots of easter candy. I can tell you what I'm never going to be eating again. . .