29 hours and still no sleep....

Well, my 5-year old daughter contracted her first case of Stomach Flu yesterday evening. She had been complaining about a headache off and on, but alas, we thought it was the ravings of a young child that didn't t want to ear her peas. (Naturally, I myself am taking amoxicillin for a sinus infection.)
The severity of her condition became apparent about 15 minutes after we put her to bed. I was playing Guild Wars upstairs and my wife had just turned on The Olympics (downstairs).
My headset is broken and I get a lot of static through the line with the normal sounds, so I don't bother with it anymore. This is why I readily heard her. I arose form my chair, and got to the bathroom to see her spitting into the sink. Not thinking it was anything very serious, I "shushed" her, told her it was "alright" and pulled her hair back, so she didn't spit in it. She took a step back and off to the side and then I noticed her dinner was in the sink, on the vanity and floor of the bathroom.
And carpet of the hallway.
And her room.
And her pajama's.
I informed her, "Just sit there, honey," referring to the stool (lid was closed), and the three strides to the loft and, seeing my wife through the railing sitting at the kitchen table watching the TV, I said, "A little help here please." then went back to console the girl who was was not feeling so good.
My wife arrived very promptly (I've asked for help maybe twice before) and pointed, as I told her, "She's throwing up. It's here (sink), here(indicating the front of the vanity and the *huge* mass on the bathroom floor), there(a section of the hallway carpet) and there (her bedroom carpet)."
"Is it on her bed?"
"I don't know," I replied, "I didn't get that far yet." I turned as my attention turned to our youngest offspring.
"Yup," my wife called, "She - oh my, did she ever."
I turned my attention away from my daughter and went into her bedroom, and sure enough, she had dumped a great deal on her bed as well. I then informed my wife that it is all over her PJ's as well, and asked "Well, how do you want to handle it? What do you want to do?"
My wife looked into the bathroom from the hallway, assessed the situation and said "How about I give her a bath and clean her up?"
"Okay," was my reply. And as I set to work to clean what I believed was approximately 5.7 liters of partially digested Spaghetti and Meatballs with red-sauce, and a Caesar Salad over two rooms and a hallway, my daughter realized she had thrown up all over the nightgown that Grandma made for her, and as my wife escorted her to the downstairs bathroom, I could her my daughter reach the level of stressful distress.

I won't go into detail regarding the cleaning of this. I will just make some bullet points of observations -
** Use the rubbish can! (I plugged up the bathroom sink).
** Know your gag-level (As I scooped everything up, using only toilet paper, (no gloves), I realized why my wife made the decision she made)
** Reexamine the carpeted areas!! Knowing where you pretreated the stains isn't enough. (I had sprayed/pretreated the areas on the carpet, letting it soak as I mopped the bathroom. Then, as I was using the Dirt-Devil, scrubbing my way from the bathroom to the bedroom, my left hand found a spot on the carpet I had missed.
Twice.) :^(
** Follow your instincts regarding Risk management and make the coffee right away (I was living in denial, thinking she would eventually fall asleep by Midnight or 1 AM, I with held the coffee until then.)
** Don't be stingy on the Febreeze (We covered this...I even put a scented packet in her humidifier)
** Do the laundry immediately, do *not* let it soak (She ended up messing the bed again at about 4AM. Luckily, my wife had the sheets and protective spread already washed and in the dryer~!)
** Get the nap the next day while you can!! (Don't sit at the computer, writing out this incident for your blog as she is napping with your aching back, burning eyes and throbbing headache!)

...On that note, I will attempt to take my own advice and lay down now.

..here endith the blog...