Remember when I said I had this thing since the end of October? Well, it gets worse. Last week, TheBoy brought home some new fun. Vomiting! Preschools are like viral labs without the Level 4 decon suits. Kids just pass everything between each other in a strange unmentioned game of who can pass the most diseases in a month. 

Wednesday night, TheBoy was sitting on the couch after running around all day mildly complaining that his stomach hurt. Kids are funky in that they don't really express any of the intermediate signs of illness that adults display. He doesn't stop and complain, "Hey, I'm not feeling so great." They just sort of slow down and then start puking. 

I did get a 30 second heads-up, as he sat up and started telling me, "I need a bowl! I need a bowl!" That, coupled with the panicked look on his, rapidly whitening face got me moving. I grabbed the first plastic bowl I found, which was this gigantic popcorn bowl--that turned out to be a very good choice.

About two seconds after getting it to him, up came his supper. Then his lunch. Then breakfast. Then a Buick... TheBoy was dog sick from then on for about the next 15 hours. I know, because I stayed up with him most of the night as I had already figured I wasn't going to work on Thursday (besides, Tine had her office holiday luncheon). Lots of bile after he had managed to empty his entire digestive tract. 

Thursday was a lot of lethargic couch sitting (but I did get SimCity4 reinstalled and that bastard is addictive). Only, around noon, Tine calls and tells me she's coming home because now she's feeling sick too. She hasn't shaken the cough from last month yet either. She spends the rest of the day in bed, but, while nauseous, does not actually toss any cookies. 

A day goes by and late Friday night I pick up where TheBoy left off and start puking my guts out. Seriously, I think I lost my spleen. I spend Saturday on the couch moving in and out of consciousness. All the while TiVo is flicking channels to tape a buttload of Christmas shows, mostly on the Cartoon Network. I would pass out during one show's rendition of A Christmas Carol only to wake up to another. It was down right freaky. 

This past Monday Tine calls me because she's home again, now she's vomiting. Like she had some weird, three-day lull in her plague-cycle. There's seriously something wrong with her. She can't shake the six-week cough and now this. One more hit and she'll have to slip into a coma to survive. And the last couple of days, I've noticed the other kids starting to cough. I can't remember a time where there was so much sickness going around all at once. 

At this rate, we'll be disease free by July.