You know what's coming, don't you?

I was lysoling and sanitizing and generally acting like the germophobe that I am (as it relates to vomit, because throwing up is pretty much the worst thing ever). I was feeling pretty cocky, even, 48 hrs and nobody else got it, take THAT random virus that has my baby still congested and miserable. I have finally learned to contain a bug in a house full of small children.

Until about an hour after bedtime tonight, when I heard a sound in the sun room. THE sound. The one that makes every parent's stomach drop.

Poor little Asher. So miserably sick, and so very afraid of being as sick as he was back in August (he was pitiful in August, guys. It was terrible). Brian and I kicked into gear, and got a prescription for nausea called in just before the pharmacy closed.

It helped a little, but not as much as I'd hoped. And at midnight, just as he was dozing off, Emmy woke up. Congested, hot, grumpy. A little juice and a little medicine and she's back in bed, but not before she woke Asher up just enough for him to be sick again.

Yeah, it's like that around here.

But I didn't pause my Lysol tirade to complain. I actually wanted to say this: Brian was supposed to be out of town tonight. If he had been, I would have been in serious trouble. I would love to tell you that I am the picture of nurturing fortitude when kids are throwing up, but guys, I am NOT. I go outside while Brian cleans things up. I am great at picking up Sprite and medicine. Everything else is not really an option.

I'm useless. And tonight, I'm useless times two.

But Brian is so, SO good at handling such things. Calm, encouraging, matter-of-fact, unflinching. Everything I am not in such moments. If he had been out of town tonight, I would have been lost. But if I had been out of town, I doubt anyone would have noticed.

Which is to say, I married the right guy. Also? I don't know how single parents do it.

Good night.

Updated to add: 2:42 a.m., Silas threw up in his bed.

Oh yes.

The good news is, I don't have to quarantine anyone. The bad news: this doesn't look promising for Brian or me. Say a prayer for us, if you feel so inclined.

But again I say, but for the grace of God and Brian, all would be lost. Or at least chaotic here tonight.

3:50 a.m. and I'm going to bed. For real this time.