Was in bed early to have an early 5am start at work. Suddenly noticed that my wife had been texting and calling me. I called back and she explained how our son had been projectile-vomiting pretty much everywhere. He was asking her to stay close so she wondered if I could pick up some rehydration drinks and some carpet cleaner. I agreed and spent almost the next hour and half with them. My wife needed to wash all the messed up sheets, covers and clothes, so I got to hang out with our son.
My wife said that she would take off from work on Friday. We agreed if our son was still not feeling good by the time I'm done with work, I'll take care of him. I left at 11:30pm.
Almost at midnight, I get a call from my wife again, saying our son vomited more and messed up one of the last covers, and wondered if I could bring an extra cover over, and perhaps sleep in the living room so I don't have to travel back and forth to my house. I did and our poor boy had a hard time sleeping the entire night/morning until about an hour before I quietly left to work.
