Grace Under Pressure

If you don't want to read about vomit, skip this post.

We've had a raging stomach bug in our house this week. I am amazed at how well Larkin and Finn deal with adversity.

Larkin was the first down. She woke up sick at about 3am, but after her bed was cleaned up and re-made, she decided to set herself up to watch a movie on the couch with a blanket and a puke bowl. She didn't think she would be able to sleep with such a sore belly. Every 30-45 minutes we'd hear a musical little call of "moooore puu-uuke," signaling the need to empty her bowl. She was totally fine with us napping between episodes and was chatty and cheerful when we (read: Emile) got up to help her out. She didn't eat anything the next day, but there was no other indication that she had been sick.

Finn also experienced the worst of it at night, starting about 2am the next day. Now, Finn *adores* his beauty sleep and was mostly confused and disappointed that his body was waking him up so regularly to engage in such pointless and revolting business. He made several disparaging comments about his "stupid, puking body" the next day and then slept 12 hours that night.

Then it was my turn. I was a hopeless, woozy, drooling, teary, disgusting mess, making deals with the devil in the hopes of staying in bed 10 more minutes before another sojourn to the bathroom. I tried to go to bed at 6:30 pm in order to escape life. I hardly got out of bed the next day.

Ah, for the resilience of youth.