I'll start by saying I really don't like daylight savings time. There's no need to mess with my internal clock and throw my house into chaos for a week so we can 'gain' or 'lose' an hour.
For some reason this time DST spurred in me a desire to spring clean the kids' rooms so I spent all day Sunday emptying drawers and toy bins, dusting knick knacks, hanging shelves and generally tidying up. By bedtime I was finished with Ella's room and mostly done wtih the boys' room.
I went to bed a tired, but happy and satisfied camper.
Then the clock struck 12 [literally], Shane sat up in bed and emptied his stomach all over it. We changed the sheets, put him in his bed and at 1 he did the same thing again. Cleaned everything up again. Back to sleep.
3:30 the other end of his little self erupted. And again around 5. At this point I decided he should sleep in the tub to ease my cleanup.
His little system continued to purge itself of everything from both ends all day. I don't think I've used more bleach or washed more laundry in one day in my life.
By bed time he was able to keep down 2 popsicles and he didn't throw up last night so hopefully this is a fast moving bug.
In the meantime I'm digging my way out of the laundry pile while spraying every hard surface with bleach. It's a good thing I had already planned to make this an easy run week.