Pulling an all-nighter has a completely different meaning once you’re a parent. Last night, about 20 minutes after we had tucked the kiddos into bed, our youngest threw up. (Happy Mother’s Day to me!)

We did our best to clean things up, and make her comfortable. Then I settled in bed next to her for the night, praying the episode would not be repeated. That hope only lasted about ten minutes — she was sick again, and then it was my oldest’s turn.

With two kids puking and three sets of bedding to wash, we obviously didn’t get much sleep. Just when I had lulled into an almost sleep, I was repeatedly jarred awake again by a sick child. Forget water boarding, this is torture!

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