While getting the kids ready for bed I notice Buzz is unusually itchy even for him. Get a closer look at his stomach and he is covered from clavicle to hips in a red splotchy rash. I called Angela, because Pfizer did not ever send me that life time supply of Children's Benedryl and of course I am out...again. Run across the street in the rain to
I usher Vootz to the toilet and tell him not to move. He continues to puke while I go to clean up the hallway.
JC hollers from the office, "Uuuf Honeeeey!"
I respond with, "I don't want to hear it! My face is 8 inches from it and you are down the hall and in another room!" So instead of getting out of his chair and closing the office door himself, he calls in Buzz from the living room, who has to walk down the hallway I am scrubbing to close the office door for him.
Buzz- "Eww! What's that smell? Oh gross! Who's mac and cheese and hot dog throw up is that?"
Finish with the hall and help Vootz clean himself up, get him a bucket to cling to for the night and put all of them to bed. Spray the house down with Lysol and remember I should probably call Julie to tell her Buzz has a rash since he was at her house all afternoon and call Angela to tell her Vootz is chuckin' since he was at her house today. The good news is I don't want a cookie anymore. I am tired and I want to go to bed. No movie, no gym, PLEASE no more vomit! Of course as I typed that exclamation point Vootz started yackin' again. It's gonna be a fun night.