No Body Tells You This Stuff

My girls are sick, flu, and after being vomited on last night by the "big one" (as my husband has so lovingly dubbed her) twice, I bathed, and clothed her twice, changed the bed sheets twice, and then bathed and clothed myself (you guessed it) twice, all while my husband slept soundly. So after the"little one" started, with a full bottle of some red crap I rummaged out of the fridge in her tummy, I didn't have any more gumption to clean her up, so I just threw some fresh towels over the puke and put her back to sleep. Don't you judge me!