Easy Money Ranch

So last week we started out the week with Libby sick, this week it is Sophie.  Sophie crawled into her bed around 4:00 to take a nap.  Libby goes, "I think Sophie is coming down with something, if she is choosing to take a nap."  That's my daughter, the prophet.  I didn't think much of it.  They had spent the night at Grandma and Grandpa Kiehne's while Shannon and I attended the Wildlife Banquet in town.  I figured that they probably didn't get a ton of sleep.  I mean, go figure, get to stay up late at Grandma's?  No way, right.  Around 5:15 Libby and I decided we would just go out and do chores.   We bopped around doing our thing for about half and hour, with Shannon helping, before heading back inside.  We got in the house to discover Sophie standing by the washing machine, covered in something and all of her bedding was by the washing machine.  I thought she had peed the bed and couldn't understand a word she was saying.  Finally I got her calmed down enough to discover that she had woken up vomiting and felt that it was her responsibility to clean it up.  She wasn't crying because she was sick, she was crying because she had made a mess and couldn't clean it up herself.  So she was stripped naked and bathed, and while she scrubbed, I scrubbed.  Only I was scrubbing the bathroom (walls, floor, toilet) and then the hallway (walls and floor) and then her bedroom.  Ugh, gross, yuck.  Not surprisingly Shannon was no help.  He can NOT handle vomit and hid out in the basement while I cleaned up the house and the little one.  Poor thing.  It just about broke my heart how she had tried to clean it up herself.  Her biggest fear was that her blankie wouldn't make it out of the wash in time for bed.  But super mom made sure that she had her blankie by bedtime.  She's sleeping on the loveseat in our room tonight and I am guessing that Shannon will get to stay home with her tomorrow.  My poor babies are having a rough time of it these days!