I hate the pukes

It is 7:58 on a Tuesday night and I just crawled into bed with a movie and some cocoa.  After getting up three times in the night with a fussy baby, I awoke once more to Zack telling me he threw up.  I will spare you the gory details, but it was bad news.  It was a long day of running back and forth to the school, thanksgiving program, Turkey trot, fussy baby who is into everything, two little brothers who.will.not.stop.fighting.  best friends and worst enemies, those two.  Someone woke up the baby when she had only been asleep for ten.minutes, after I had rocked and soothed her for 30.  That means no quiet time for mom.  Dad comes home and helps rally the troops for clean up, which is great because mom has nothing left at this point!  I put everyone to bed, especially the kid who was too "sick like Zack" to do his jobs.  I found him jumping on the bed a few minutes later and sweetly told him all his jobs would be waiting for him in the morning.  :-)  now everyone is in.bed reading and I am finally getting a few minutes to myself.  The last of the vomitous laundry is in the dryer and Zack is feeling much better.  Looks like a thanksgiving at home this year, because we all know, if we follow through with our plans, massive vomiting will occur right when we think we are v in the clear.  :-)  yea for bedtime after a long day!  My brain needs some rest!