Woke up this morning about 3:45 AM and felt distinctly unwell. I stumbled into the bathroom and puked my guts out. Then I puked again. My first thought was to wonder: Did I have too much to drink? But no — it didn’t feel like that. Then around 5:00 AM Xy barfed as well. Both of us were sick as dogs, and the day proceeded to unspool itself in a haze of fatigue and anguish. This was my nightmare scenario — both of us sick, trying to take care of an energetic toddler. Actually, I suppose the true nightmare would be if the girl was sick too, but that wasn’t the case. In fact we think we may have gotten whatever bug she had a few days ago. That gave us some indication that it wouldn’t be a long-lasting illness, and indeed we started slowly feeling better as the day went on, and by nightfall we’re almost back to normal. We spent much of the day napping in shifts and spelling each other from parental responsibilities. It sucked, but at least we’re feeling better now.