Everyone is sick again.

It seems like as soon as one bug finishes with us, another one turns up to make everyone sick again.

With all the types of over the counter medication available, why is there nothing for nausea?

Why is it that, when children are so sick they can hardly move, they still want to play outside?

The toddler is playing with a toy. With dozens of other toys available to play with, which one does the preschooler feel she must have, or she will die on the spot? Switch the words preschooler and toddler several times during the day.

The toddler wakes up in the middle of the night, throws up, and goes back to sleep. She doesn't cry, doesn't fuss, makes no noise, in fact, except to cough every so often. I have no reason to believe anything is wrong. Naturally, I feel guilty when I go in to get her up the next morning and see the mess.

Having your preschooler crying while curled up in a ball, saying, "My tummy hurts!" and not being able to do anything about it is enough to make a mother feel a little frantic.

It's wonderful having everyone wake up the next day feeling better.