Book club and barfing...

Last night I hosted book club at my house. I really enjoy book club I have to say, and was looking forward to the evening. However, book club in itself, is really nothing to blog about. But I do have a rather interesting story. Unfortunately, as you know if you have been following my blog, my children have all been battling illness. Bridger finally got on antibiotics for a sinus infection and upper respiratory infection and is feeling much better. Bailey, who had been fine since the "marble incident", started with a high fever Wednesday afternoon. I kept her home from school on Thursday and debated canceling book club. Levi assured me that he would quarantine the children in the basement and to go forward with it. I cleaned my house (which is no small task!) made refreshments that coordinated with the book (a book club tradition that I love!) and was ready to go! We where having a good time discussing the book, when suddenly Bridger ran upstairs and as he ran by shouted, "Bailey threw up!" Interestingly, only about two other people besides myself, seemed to recognize what was happening. Everyone else just continued on. I admit, I felt something like a deer in the headlights. I wasn't sure what to do, so I just sat there smiling stupidly. A few minutes later, my sainted husband came up with a grim look on his face and collected some cleaning supplies and disappeared back downstairs. A few minutes later I heard the shop vac come to life. Yet the book group continued on...seemingly unaware of the dull roar of the vacuum sucking up vomit downstairs. I was reminded of an incident when I was a little girl in church. The Morgan family with all eight of their children where sitting in the last row when one of them spewed up their breakfast. Tom Morgan, a janitor by trade, went and found the carpet shampooer and began cleaning the mess right in the middle of the church meeting. I remember the speaker trying to shout over the roar of the machinery. I thought that incident was funny. I did not think the situation I found myself in last night equally amusing. A few minutes later, the vibrant smell of vomit wafted up from downstairs, I discretely tried to get the air freshener out and send it downstairs with Kes. Maybe it was the smell, but finally the meeting wrapped up. It was a bizarre evening--not the best book club night ever. I went downstairs to find the mess totally clean and Levi looking a little sicker than Bailey. Poor boy, he has never had to single handedly clean regurgitate up by himself before! He said the worst part was the chunks of noodles from her soup she had for dinner. Loving my husband all the more for finishing this odious task for me, I took Bailey's temperature which was now 104.5! I felt that I couldn't give her more medicine, because that was what promoted her first vomit! After a blessing, and a cool rag on her forehead she settled down for the night. What an evening!