I learned a tough lesson last night: don’t tempt fate.

On Tuesday, after the playdate when Aidan had the stomach flu, I told the girls that except for once when M was about six months old, the girls had never thrown up. They have strong constitutions and they don’t get sick to their stomachs.

Um, not so smart.

Last night, poor A had the stomach flu and threw up 6 times between 2 AM and 9 AM. She was such a good girl – didn’t cry much at all – but she was very uncomfortable. We went through 3 sheets and 3 pairs of pajamas, and everything on her bed (Turtleneck, Piggy, Bunny, white blanket, other white blanket and Little Lamb) eventually ended up in one of the three loads of laundry I did. Poor pup.

She came and slept with me starting at 6 AM and even threw up in my bed. I felt so badly for her. Once, I was trying to get some water into her, and she said, "This tastes a lot better than the throw up."

M&A stayed home today – no muskit class – and watched TV and played a lot with Imogene. They were in very good spirits when I got home, even though A was running a fever. I called the doctor this morning and was told by the nurse that she had had 50 calls this morning with the same issue – stomach flu. That made me feel a little better. A drank Gatorade throughout the day and kept it down, and she peed regularly, so apparently she wasn’t dangerously dehydrated.

I was stuck this morning at how skinny A is. She was lying naked on my bed after one of her bouts of vomiting, and she just looked so skinny. That’s what got me worried about her getting dehydrated.

Hopefully, tomorrow she’ll be past it.

Books tonight: Olivia and Frog and Toad (two stories).