I woke up this morning as the Evil Twin was getting in the shower. I made his lunch, then went back to snuggle in the covers for a bit. I usually just roll around and stretch and wait to hear Sissy on the monitor.
The Evil Twin finally left for work and I still hadn't heard her. But, just a few moments later, she was calling for me in a panicky tone. She said, "I'm all wet and sticky and I smell funny." I think "Oh great. She's barfed in the bed."
When I went in, it did indeed smell vomity. But I couldn't see anything on her or the covers. Then, I pulled the covers down. Apparently, at some point during the night, she'd had diarrhea. I'll spare you the grisly details, but it was quite a mess.
I got her undressed, wiped down as much as possible, then put her in the bath. After that, I stripped the bedding and started on laundry. I'm looking at 3 loads today, at least.
I was supposed to have an appointment with my neurologist (or more specifically, the physician's assistant), but they had to cancel and reschedule due to the PA having a family emergency.
Fine with me...I have too much to do anyway.
Suffice to say: I had a shitty morning. Here's to hoping the day gets better! :-)