My beloved sickos

At about 9:30 pm last night, Little Man produced a marvelous technicolor yawn, projecting vomit onto his bed, floor, bookshelf, chair, and the hallway floor to boot. Therefore Husband Dear and I spent the following two and a half hours doing laundry and disinfecting LM's room and the hallway.

Today, both Little Man and Husband Dear stayed home feeling pukey and watching documentaries on space exploration, while I was VERY underslept, but with a solid stomach.