puke. . . now that's (not) a funny word

so it's a happy Sunday evening -- the kids playing with bowls. I did not realize this was a preview of what was on it's way:
the whole next day there was spewing with no warning -- all over couches, clothes, mostly it was a game to see how much time could be spent on the tile floor or catching vomit with the various bowls around the house. gross. hasn't really been a fun week at all -- then i got it bad yesterday and am trying my best to be a mother today -- blech.