Ben Awakens Mommy

What is a week at the Thompsons without some vomiting? I was awakened by Ben at 1:30 this morning, letting me know he had just thrown up. I settled him on my floor, knowing it probably wasn't over, and sure enough, he threw up three more times during the night. Sleep is highly over-rated.

At about 8:30 a.m he told me that since he was going to have to be on my floor all day (opting for the floor of my bedroom rather than his own comfortable bed for reasons you would have to be 8 to understand), he might as well go get Mattimeo, because he didn't want to be doing nothing in there all day. At least he won't be arguing with his siblings, but the others seem to be making up for it in general noise.

And in keeping with the when-it-rains-it-pours-bodily-functions, Sophie had a huge blowout this morning that some unfortunate boy stepped in. Ew. For a moment I thought two more people were going to vomit.