Kevin heaved his guts up last night. Rachel was throwing up at 11 this morning, and now Alex is gritting his teeth because barfing would be a sign of weakness and he refuses. They’re all laying down; Kevin is in our bed curled up with his mother, Rachel and Alex are in their own rooms and want nothing more than to be left alone, but as tough as Alex thinks he is, I invaded his space to put a bucket by his bed. He can grit those teeth as hard as he wants but sooner or later the nausea is going to win.

They were supposed to spend the night with their grandfather, but he’s already been called and canceled on; he wants to come over and see the kids, but I really don’t want him exposed to whatever this is. Mostly because he’d find a way to blame me for it ;)

If the kids are better by Monday and if Char and I don’t wind up sick, while they’re in school this week we’re going to do some house hunting. We can’t make a decision on selling this place until we know what’s out there and if we can find something that would suit our needs. And then we need to agree on what those needs really are. Whatever we find, if we do wind up moving it doesn’t have to be the last place we ever live; once Kevin is out and through college, we can go anywhere we want, and right now a tropical island with bright white beaches sounds really good.