Rude Awakening

Last night, I woke up to the sound of running footsteps through my bedroom. They stopped momentarily, only to be followed by the sounds of retching and vomit splashing all over my bathroom floor.

"GET TO THE TOILET!" I yelled, and I then heard the sounds of vomit splattering all the way across my bathroom to the toilet. I jumped out of bed and flicked on the lights. Oh, what a mess. Oh, what a smell! Maybe 2% of the contents of Dani's stomach made it into the toilet, the rest of splashed all over the floor and walls of my bathroom.

"Dani!" I groaned.

Frantically, Dani defended herself, "I don't know what happened!!!" Sure. At the moment I was so annoyed I couldn't even laugh at that, much less have any sympathy for the poor kid.

So at 2 am, Jason and I mopped the bathroom floor while Dani settled back to sleep on the couch in my room with clean jammies and a barf bowl. I stayed home from church with her today, but what a surprise -- she didn't have anything close to a down day today! She was as demanding, wild and well... as Dani as always, all day long. All it took to cure her stomach bug was bathing the bathroom in puke. Why is the worst possible solution always the best one with her???