Parked

 We are parked here today battling a major, major case of the pukes (again.) It started @ 4 a.m yesterday with Kate. I took them on a long drive up the PCH in the afternoon thinking some fresh air  and change of scenery would be good. We drove to Oxnard, popped into our favorite thrift shop and headed home. Kate decide it was a prime opportunity to puke again. In the car. With rapid force. Then she tried to cover her mouth & hold it in, which sent it shooting everywhere.  After about 5 minutes I was at a place where I could stop. I got her out,  held my breath, and changed her clothes. We had picked up a long sleeved t-shirt for Henry at the thrift shop which he graciously allowed Kate to change in to (it was all we had.) We stopped at a car wash on the way home, bought a tree-shaped air freshener, tried to get rid of the stench,clean up, and head home.  Now the car smells like puke with a hint of vanilla. We made it through the night. Barely. Henry got it this morning. Bad. We are on our 3rd load of laundry and I've had entirely too much contact with bodily fluids. Wish us luck. We'll be watching movies & snuggling in the rest of the day.  (and maybe I'll have some time to get those lampshades recovered this weekend.)