Sickness is Poopy

All week before bed,

Kevin has been mentioning to me that his stomach has been killing him.

I felt bad,

but kind of shook it off because,

Kevin is RARELY sick.

Well,

last night went down like this:

I was watching my recording of S.Y.T.Y.C.D.

{thank you, DVR},

and Kevin was looking at cars online

{go figure}.

Around midnight he grabs some blankets and we set up our downstairs "bed".

He zonks out and I stay up watching my show until 1.

Then I fall asleep...

4:15 - I wake up to sounds from the bathroom.

Kevin's throwing up.

I go in to help.

He doesn't want me to see him like this and waves me away.

I lay back down and feel bad for him.

I finally fall back asleep a couple minutes later.

4:50, 5:00, 5:45, 6:30, 7:45, 9:00, 11:45  = The process repeats.

Poor Kevin.

You'd think the dang bug would be out of his system after having hurled that many times....

When I got off work at 8,

he said he was feeling a little better,

but his stomach just wouldn't settle.

I'm not gonna lie; I was very sad we couldn't go camping!

Luckily Lloyd's popped in again and kept us company for a while!

Kevin's friend Jeremy then came over when Josh and Megan left.

They played some C.O.D.,

while I borrowed and fell asleep to Tangled from Kate {next-door neighbor}.

{why don't i own that movie yet?!}