Not the Easter I imagined

This has been quite the weekend. My sister went into labor yesterday morning, so we have her 3 kids in addition to my 5. All was going great until yesterday afternoon when I was helping the kids dye eggs and Lincoln starting throwing up. EVERYWHERE. A couple hours later, Adam started, followed by Jeanisha, then Karma's 2 year old. (We've been everywhere together this last week during spring break, so both groups of kids got exposed.) The kids threw up constantly all night long. 4-5 times EACH! And of course the little sick ones aren't the best at hitting a bucket. My wonderful husband slept on the floor to take care of Adam and Jeanisha, my mom who had come up to see the baby slept on the couch to take care of Karma's kids, and I slept with and took care of Lincoln. At 7 this morning, Stephen went to sleep and my mom and I continued cleaning up throw up and doing the mountain of laundry until she had to go home.

Stephen and I figure we have cleaned up more throw up in the last 24 hours than in our 11 years of marriage combined. It's been that bad! Luckily of the other 4, 3 have complained of stomach aches, but not thrown up, and Ryan has been fine. So they have played games and watched TV all day. I'm hoping they aren't just waiting.

We told the kids we emailed the Easter bunny and asked him to come later this week when people aren't sick. We didn't get to watch any of today's conference, or make the Easter dinner I had planned. But I don't think this is an Easter I'll forget.