Thanks for your good wishes... so far (KNOCK WOOD - or just bang forehead on table, whatever), we've had no more vomit-related issues today. Everyone's tired, so we're all snotty and snippish... my husband and I got in a big snit because - are you ready for this? - I said I would do the dishes this morning.

(Seriously. He said he'd do them, I said, "No, that's okay," because when he does them it's a two-hour process and I just wanted to get them done quick. He decided to take it personally, like I'm bashing his dish-cleaning capability and therefore threatening his manhood. Aren't we wicked mature??)

But, snippish is sooooo much better than puking.