Last night around 1:30 a.m., shortly after I cleaned up Big Guy's one-for-the-record-books heave of chocolate brownies across the carpet (and a mere hour after Andrew cleaned up Little Guy's surprise reprise, which covered the sofa), I distributed bowls to the rest of the family. Lemme tell ya, if you have a big family, this is a good idea! My own gurgles of digestive discontent began shortly after. Then Snuggler was hit at 2:37, and Dancer at 6:53. It was, as they say, a night of family upheaval. My room looked like a battlefield, with bodies sprawled everywhere across the floor.
There's a 12-hour lacuna in my memory between then and now, for which you will probably be grateful. We've had some bad tummy bugs over the years, but I don't think we'd ever had five of us down at the same time. My poor mom woke up, surveyed the damage, and (God bless her!) promptly got out the scrub brush and Febreeze and set to work doing laundry.
Which only goes to show that just when you're thinking that some day your kids will be grown and gone, you may find yourself traveling 700 miles to see them and end up cleaning up after them, anyway!
So... thanks, Mom. Hope your plane trip home is truly uneventful.