2AM - Lewisville, Texas
Location: My Bed
Middle boy arrives at the bedside and states "He threw up." I go down the hall to see a hellish scene of orange residue in the bathroom floor.
"Oh jeeze," I think, "at least he made it to the bathroom and didn't throw up in his room again.
I then turn and see his room.
The boy has a loft bed so he sleeps 6 feet off the floor. He didn't throw up in his bed, he leaned over the side and the semi-solid splatter-pattern gave everything in the room a nice coating.
So as we continue over group policies, I am dead tired... I just hope the boy gets to feeling better. This stinks for all of us.