The View from the Bathroom Floor

My family might be dying.

For the last two weeks, we've dealt with some mystery bug which has had Jackson and Matthias throwing up at random intervals ever since. Every time I think we're past it, someone loses it all over their bed or in my purse (and I'm so not kidding about the purse).

Wednesday night, this bug took me by storm, and I spent my time sleeping on the bathroom floor in between horrendous bouts of diarrhea and vomiting (if you've been coming here awhile, you know I have no problem with over sharing). Believe me, labor and childbirth was sounding way more appealing by the time the night was almost over.

But that's not the point. Do you want to know what bothered me the entire time I was on that stinking floor? I had just cleaned the toilets earlier that day, and I was sure I'd done a good job. Oh, was I wrong. I'd missed some kind of something, and there this stain was literally staring me in the face all. night. long.

It took everything I had to roll over and keep from looking at it. If my husband hadn't been up the entire night taking care of our infirmary--the boys went down again on Wednesday, too--I totally would have had him come clean the throne for me.

After all, there's nothing like puking in a fresh toilet.