Gobble, Gobble!

Thanksgiving day was a very enjoyable day. We spent the day with many family members that we don't see that often, so it was a good day to catch up. We enjoyed some great food, conversation, a mean game of Boggle, and even some SNOW. It actually snowed on Thanksgiving. Not that any of it actually stuck, but it was falling from the sky, quite heavily there for a while. Only in Texas can it go from 85 degrees earlier in the week to 38 degrees two days later. Last year on Thanksgiving we were sweating, this year, freezing. Not that I mind, I love the cold weather, so I gladly greet it, and ask it to please stay.
All was fine all day long at Luke's parents townhouse, and we left there around 7:30 ( with no leftovers in hand- Yeah! I accomplished my goal of having no temptations around or in my house!) or so, came home put the kids to bed, I started doing stuff around the house, Luke was relaxing, when he started feeling not so well. Soon after, he departed to bed and I stayed up to finish some laundry( oh- the exciting life I lead- crime fighter by day- laundress by night). I was trying to have some clothes clean for the children to wear for our trip the next day to Pappy's farm. So around 11 I finish up and head for bed, and as I am walking down the hall, I hear the sound. It is so tell-tale, and it is so not the sound you want to hear. We always joke if there were an alarm made of this sound, no one would ever be caught snoozing. It is the sound of your child vomiting- it will make a sprinter out of the slowest of folk, as you deftly flash through the air trying to grab them up and dash to the bathroom with the least amount of puke landing on you or the surrounding surfaces. Unfortunately this night was not a top performance night from either of the master vomit savers, and Rylie's room turned out to be a not so pleasant site. Of course at this point, you do rock, paper, scissors to divy up the required clean up tasks- child or disaster zone. I took child, aka Linda Blair from the exorcist- poor Rylie was covered head to toe. GROSS OUT! But as a mother, you do not have this luxury or right, some how, you just get over vomit the second you birth a child ( as long as it belongs to your child). So Rylie goes straight into the shower, I clean her up, change her, go to put her in bed, only to find out task #2- ground zero is still declared unfit to enter. Go looking for father, only to find out that he too has now succumbed to the almighty porcelein throne. Hubby is sick. I am in charge. So I whip into Hazmat sanitation mode, lysol and other cleaning supplies in hand and get Rylie's room sterilized as soon as possible. Move to our room, change sheets, lysol surfaces, wash hands mulitple times between tasks, change my clothes- just to be sure, there are not any rogue germs trying to attach themselves to me. "I WILL NOT get sick" is my mantra! Unfortunately for Luke and Rylie, the rest of the night did not fare any better, and they were up on and off the rest of it. Needless to say, there was no trip to Pappy's farm, Luke had to use his first sick day at his new job the day after Thanksgiving ( He REALLY was sick and not playing hooky) and everybody was pretty pooped all day Friday. The original culprit of this whole bug was Jack, who got it on Monday night and then passed it along. The good part- it was short lived, the best part- I didn't get it, and it definitely made for a memorable Thanksgiving night!