terrible horrible, no good, very bad, evil 2 am bug

I have now named this flu bug residing in my home. It's the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, evil 2 am bug. It strikes at 2 am on the nose, religiously. I think last night almost rivals Bryson vomitting directly on Max. Well almost anyhow. Brynn comes in to my room at 2:01 "Mom I just threw up in Bryson's room and it ISN'T pretty." She told me multiple times on my way to clean, how her vomit wasn't pretty. Believe it or not I already assumed that it wasn't.

So I get to Max's room and she actually vomited on the linoleum. Missed the sheets, the blankets and the pillows. Which was a relief. I mean I still have to wash them obviously, but let me be honest a few of the messes this week I just threw it all out. 2 Sheets, 3 pillows, 2 pillow cases into the garbage. Me and my handy dandy lysol went to town and got the room disinfected in no time. Before I knew it I was on my way back to bed.

Since I was up I figured I may as well go to the bathroom, didn't want to wake up later for that. There in my bathroom I find my cat, pooping in my shower. UGH. My bad I knew the litter box was needing cleaning but I didn't know it was THAT bad. Cleaned that up flushed and the toilet is clogged. I figure I'll deal with it tomorrow and lay back down. Less than 10 minutes later my dog started barking. Which woke Briar, who just happened to be running a nice high fever. I got her some meds, and got her settled back down. Then proceeded to my dog who was barking like a maniac. I let him out of his kennel and he bolted to the door. I didn't make it to the door before he bolted down the hall and into Morgan's room where he decided to get sick and poop all over her floor. I got him outside, and cleaned up the mess.

FINALLY it's time for me to head to bed. It's 3:30 and the bed is screaming my name. So I walk into my pitch black room and what do I step in? CAT VOMIT. Seriously. So I proceed to disinfecting my foot, taking off my way to long pj pants that had kitty puke on them, and slip into bed. It took awhile to fall asleep, but when I did it wasn't much of a treat. I had a dream that Matt was killed in action in Afghanistan and I had to go overseas to verify the body was his. Woke up to Max crawling into bed with me. Thinking he finally succumbed to the flu bug. Once again I was pleasantly surprised when he didn't get sick on me. Fell asleep for maybe an hour and the phone rang. That was my night. FUN!

Today was filled with girl scout math, helping other troops with cookies, sick kiddlees and loneliness. You would think with 5 kids I wouldn't be lonely, but I desperately miss Matt. It's almost like he was never really here. I suppose dreaming his death probably didn't help any. I wish he was here. I just need my best friend here to laugh with me at the insanity that is our daily life. It's so much easier to take the crazy and laugh about it all with him by my side.