I will take an order of 8 hours sleep, please!

Hello all,
It has been a while, but it was a shock none the less. I have struggled with keeping my house clean and my laundry under control since right after Christmas. Call it seasonal depression, call it the holiday come down, or call it pure laziness. I am not sure. It was my first year end as an accountant and it was busy. Busier than I thought it would be. It would have been less of a shock if I was told in detail about everything expected at that time of year from me, but I survived it none the less.
However, this week I have really had a handle on things. The dishwasher unloaded before going to bed, the laundry done and put away during week nights, and the kids stuff ready for school. So last night I decieded to reward myself with catching up on the DVR. At 10:30 Elli said, "My shirt is wet" with my puzzed look I said "wet from what?" Elli said, "water" and I asked, "from where?" She then says, "the sink". Now, knowing our floor plan, she had to have this mysterious water transported IN something. But what? I curriously went up the stairs, turned on the light and found vomit on her bed. YUK. So I proceeded to clean her up, bring the sheets down and start them in the empty washer on the sanitize cycle. (Did I mention I love my washer?????) and I redressed my kid, snuggled under a blanket on the chair in hopes that she would fall asleep. Nope, 15 minutes later she is puking again. Mucus, yuk! So we repeat the cycle. This time I remember the zofran I have in the medicine cabinet and grab one for her. We go an hour without puking. I think we're successful. So off to my bed (on a towel) we go. Nope. Two more times I start to wonder what is really going on? I wash another load by this point to keep my momentum going. We then go to sleep on another towel in hopes that this is the end.
About 1 hour later, Camryn comes in our room crying (we think nightmare) saying that her tummy hurts as well. So in a fog, Dan says, come lay by me (big mistake as he soon finds out). She then pukes on Dan, on the bed, on the floor, and the bowl only grabs the last little bit. So off to the showers we go. Cleaning up another mess with more laundry waiting it's turn in the spa. We then move to the living room where we have a click/clack couch that we can lay towels, bowls and ourselves comfortably to try yet again to get rest. After 3 more hours of the same behavior, Dan and I are exausted as it's now 3:30 and we still have yet to sleep. We then are on the last set of towels wondering what we will do if they strike again. Thank Heavens we were save until 7 am. Then we get up, start making calls about who will or won't be where today and making appts for the girls to get checked out. And as we were getting ready to take Mik and Dav to school, Camryn pukes again. Ok, so it's not totally over. Well it's a good thing we are going to the right place.

So in a nutshell, she has a sinus infection again that we are hoping surgery will stop the horrible cycle for the sweetie pie, bronchitis that hasn't healed from the last antibiotic, and a steroid to cure the asthma that we obviously don't have under control. I meet Dan, give him Camryn and prescription and head to work on little sleep but feeling confident that we are done with puking.

Work is crazy, keeping me awake (with the help of Mt. Dew) and I get the call. It's Dan, 4pm, Camryn has puked again. I am beginging to think that she might be reacting to the antibiotic. We'll see. With Mikayla's conferences tonight I just can't believe that I will be awake enough to process what they will tell me, but I will try. By god, I will try.

I will post updates later, that is, if I can't sleep :)