After 6 loads of laundry in a 12 hour period . . .

It had been a very long night.
My sister, Kristi (the one who's husband is serving overseas), is in town and she has an adorably energetic 20 month-old son named Braden. We had a fun couple of days shopping, making tutus, eating smart cookies and so forth and then Thursday night hit!

Braden didn't go to bed well, but was finally asleep by about 10pm. At 1:15am I hear my sister saying, "Oh no, oh no". I jumped out of bed and ran to her room to find throw-up all over. I snatched Braden and got him cleaned up while my sister cleaned herself up. We then tagged teamed and she took Braden to comfort him while I stripped the bed and made it up again with clean bedding (all the while praying that Lucy would stay asleep-she did). We were hoping it was just something he ate as he didn't have a fever and went right back to sleep. No such luck!

The process repeated itself 2 more times in the night and once again in the morning. The poor little guy was so sick. After putting the 6th load of laundry in and mopping my floors for I don't even know how many times, I had a whole new appreciation for motherhood.

After about a 24 hour flu Braden is feeling much better and the rest of us have seemed to escape the sickness. Man was that ever a night!