Just hours after I wrote that last post everything started to unravel. Tori woke up with the throw ups and finally settled down by around 11pm. Sure enough, as soon as I closed my eyes I had to jump out of bed and start the puking for myself. Only mine lasted ALL night long - not just two hours. I'm talking every 15 minutes there for a while. It was brutal.
Thankfully Ian took the day off work and Sandy came over so I could stay in the bed all day. By the time I returned to the land of the living all the disgusting laundry had been done and there were clean sheets for all the beds. The kitchen was immaculate and Sandy was headed to the grocery store so that I wouldn't have to go today. What a lifesaver!
The miracle is that no one else in the fam has gotten it yet. I don't expect that to last, but I'll take it while I got it.
On a side note, the things that run through your head when you're up all night with the sickness can be really strange. I thought about the Obamas off and on throughout trips to the bathroom. Were they enjoying their first night in the White House? How were the girls adjusting? Is this stomach bug going around simply a stomach bug or an attack on our homeland by Bin Laden to kind of kick off Obama's presidency? Like I said...too much inauguration watching.
Sadly, the other quote that kept coming to my head throughout the night was one from that girl from The Devil Wears Prada when she says, "I'm just one stomach flu away from reaching my goal weight." Though not true for me, that's still hilarious.