Both girls spent the better part of last night hurling. I was so proud of myself for managing to catch them each time with a bowl before distaster struck (this is where being a night person becomes really helpful), but it couldn’t last. Eventually I had to put Saige in our bedroom while I reconstructed her bed, and for the next several hours, as soon as I was done wiping the chin of one twin I’d hear the other one start up and have to run down the hall to shove a bowl under the other one’s mouth. This comical back-and-forth game of birdie finally stopped just before 2am.

As usual, the grand finale has been saved for me. The tummy feels tender, and I can feel the freight train coming…it’s rumbling down the tracks and I’m just lying here waiting for it to hit. I wish it would hurry up already.

The good news is, the flu has made the girls too tired to fight over toys. And hmmm, I guess now’s my chance to eat some yummy IC-diet banned food, since it won’t be staying down anyway.