I'm am SO done with Vomit!!

I bet you're all super excited to read this entry with a title like that!!!  I'll keep the details to a minimum. :-)  Two weekends ago Jeff and I woke, and by "woke" I mean that we were ripped awake from a deep sleep in the middle of the night, by the sound of our beautiful boy violently vomiting in his room.  Long story short, Jeff spent the rest of the night in Kate's Disney Princess toddler bed (Brian and Kate share a room) and Kate spent the night with me.  Poor Jeff was up at least 4 more times with Brian, and I "almost" slept well with my three year old daughter.  It's amazing that even though we have a king size bed, she was still right up on me all night (I believe she was even on my face at one point).
Kelly (age 2) was up bright and early and when I went in to get her I discovered that she too had vomited -a lot- overnight, but had just done it and then gone back to bed.   I'm going to spare you all the gory details at this point, but I will say that almost everything (including her favorite baby doll) went into the wash, and a few things (including one of her stolen babies from her brother's preschool class and some books) went right into the trash.  It's important for me to mention the baby doll that went into the wash because there was an opportunity for me to be a "supermom" when it came out, and BY GOLLY, I rose to the challenge!  You see, when I opened the washer door the baby doll had somehow gotten it's head wedged inside the washer and I had to use all my might to pull it out.  When baby finally came out, baby didn't look so good.  It's head was severely indented on one side and I just couldn't get it to pop out.  What did I do you ask?  A little plastic surgery.  Get it, "plastic" surgery? :-)  I made a small incision in the mouth and then inserted a screwdriver so I could reshape baby's head from the inside.  I know I know, I truly WAS Supermom that day (look, I feel like I'm "Crappymom" most days so let me brag a little about this).  Here are some before and after shots:

See!  Nice, huh?!
Anyway, the week went on and eventually people stopped having stomach virus type issues and we "thought" we were in the clear.  We were wrong (At this point insert laughter and then a huge sigh).   On Friday night we were having dinner and Kelly was sitting in my lap, when all of a sudden she started to cough/choke and next thing we knew - BLEH! - all over her plate and the table.  Awesome.  We decided not to push dinner on Kelly anymore that evening and let her leave the table.  Within 5 minutes of this happening Brian, who had overstuffed his mouth in an attempt to finish eating so he could go watch a show, went past his gag reflex and then - BLEH! all over his plate!  I began wondering at that point if I was going to get some type of a prize if we could get the third child to also vomit on the dinner table.  Happily she kept her dinner in it's correct place.
So that's the gross reality of my life over the past few weeks.  As I type this I'm starting to not feel so great - please please let it just be all this writing about vomit - I really don't want to get sick! :-)