It all started about 4:00 am. Violet came into my room, or rather, bathroom, and I heard her mumbling something about pooping her pants. She seemed distressed and in disbelief. I ignored it hoping it was all a bad dream, but seconds later she was right ext to me, asking for some help. I got her all cleaned up and was heading for her room to take her to bed. Just before we entered the room she asked, "Aren't you going to clean my bed too?" It wasn't until that point that I had even considered the possibility of a mess in the bed. I open the door and the overpowering smell of vomit. Then it all becomes clear. I have a situation on my hands. I clean up the mess, and make my way to bed, I can't sleep because I am thinking about containment and future messes. Thomas, Hazel, and Atticus appear fine. I hope maybe Violet just ate something bad. She is still obviously sick. I let her soak in the bath, and she seems a bit better. We go out running errands, which include picking Thomas up from school. He wasn't going to be riding the bus because he was staying for chess club, or so I thought. As I am driving to pick him up, I get a call from the school saying the bus brought him back to the school because no one was home. I race to the school to pick him up after I explain about the note that I PINNED TO HIS SHIRT said he was not to take the bus home, but he was going to stay for chess club. I get him and on the way home, Violet thew up in the car. I get home and hurry to get the car seat and all the blankets washed. (Thank goodness my new washer has a sanitary cycle.) Then I am suddenly over come with the most terrible stomach cramps. They travel all over my whole body. I can't move my neck or stand up straight. I feel really sorry for Violet all the sudden. (She had told me she couldn't move earlier, and now I know why.) I sit on the couch wondering how am I going to fix dinner give baths and get the kids to bed in this condition. Tom suggests calling my in laws to help, but after about an hour, I feel sightly better. Better enough to do my duties-minus the bath. I check the messages and there is a message from Thomas's teacher, nearly in tears, apologizing. She said she only read the first half of my note which was about him missing folder (that she had taken yesterday because his homework was finished, that I was unaware of.) Only after Thomas showed back up at the school did she read the note in its entirety. I feel bad for her. I am sure she is stressed out about it more than I am. I relax, and watch a movie, and as I go to check on the kids, I open the boys room and to my horror-Thomas has puked all over himself and his bed. I get him new cloths and new sheets and gently wake him to get him cleaned up. He is pissed! He didn't wake up when he thew up and thought I had done that to him. He was so grossed out. I am putting on the sheets when I hear a terrible coughing, choking, puking sound behind me. I grab Thomas and aim him in the direction of the dirty blankets pile. Thankfully, he makes it to the pile, and realizes that filth came from him. He brushes his teeth, and after a conversation about making it to the bathroom to thow up, he is back in bed. I came in here to do this video for Tom, and I hear that terrible sound again. Thomas comes running down the hall with his hands over his mouth, vomit dripping through his fingers. He says he caught it in his hands. Thank goodness because I am out of clean sheets. I get him cleaned up again, and I am praying that is the end of it. I hadn't thought about trying to take care of sick kids, when you feel like crap, all by yourself. I just hope tomorrow is a better day.