There are a lot of words in the English Language that will send a parent running for the soap, but the worst words out there are the double P. That's right : Projectile Puke! At this point you would rather that they had uttered some horrifying word that you could discipline them for then have them suddenly start heaving with such force that it shocks both parents into a state of immobile panic. After which the frantic scurrying begins, the calming of the child, the arguing over the fact that we still don't have a carpet machine, and the lysoling of the other children and yourself. (lol) After a few more rounds of get the bowl under the puke (my least favorite game) comes the waiting and worrying.
I think the waiting/worrying is just as bad as the rest. Was it something he ate? Is it a 24 hour bug? Will the other kids get it? Will Travis or I get it? Should we send Syd to school and expose other kids or because she is feeling fine let her go?
The other thing is, it never really happens during the day. It always happens at 11:00 - 3:00 am just to make sure you don't forget that as parents you aren't supposed to sleep. And even after the child passes out into an exhausted sleep, you never really rest. Every sound every move of the children sits you up in bed reaching for a bowl, lysol, bleach, etc...
Thank goodness Aric is feeling better today, and so far (cross fingers, throw salt, knock on wood or whatever it is that you do if you are superstitious) none of the other kids have shown signs of the double P.