That's it. . .

Tomorrow, I'm going through the whole house, and anything that can be thrown in the washing machine will be, if it can't thrown in the washer, I'm spraying it with disinfectant,and if I'm not comfortable spraying it with disinfectant, I'm going to boil it. Keilana threw up this morning, again. After several days of seeming to finally be better--eating normal, color in her cheeks, she was right back where she started. By about noon, she was doing pretty well. She ate lunch and dinner, and even went to baseball practice. At bedtime, she said her tummy hurt again. Just after 10, she soaked her bed in vomit. I got it all stripped and cleaned and the washer started, got my sewing stuff put away, and was just about to head to bed when Dylan emerged from his room with wet, gross clothes and said, "I threw up in my bed five times." So I stripped his bed and sent him to my room, where Keilana was already asleep. Kylie is mostly OK--she threw up once this weekend and has had diarrhea since Thursday, but is actually eating and playing quite well. Thankfully, Keira has been spared thus far. Two week of this nonsense. I'm sick to death of seeing my kids miserable and so very tired of feelig like my whole life is consumed by other people's bodily functions. This is the most stubborn bacteria/virus (not really sure which) I've come across since being a parent (and thank you for the concerns/suggestions: Keilana has none of the other syptoms that would indicate appendicitis, especially what you'd expect to see after a few weeks in, so I think we're probably in the clear there, but I do appreciate knowing there are people out there reading my rants and thinking about my kids). And it doesn't make me a bad mom that I'm sleeping on the couch, instead of in my bed with the sick kids, to avoid th possibility of being covered in poo or puke