The day after our move Seth had to go into work (next time we do this he is getting at least one gap day to take care of business). That night Stella decided to pull another teething all nighter (she has now cut three out of the four jaw nuggets). So we were up with her from 3:30-6. We decided to take shifts with her. When Seth got up he was feeling tired and sick but who wouldn't with that schedule. He goes to work and starts to feel pretty crummy. By 11:00 he came home and was almost unrecognizable; his walk was different, his countenance was off, his face was green. He went straight to bed.
This left me with the task of taking care of child and everything left to finish up. I had to check out of our apartment (we hired a cleaning lady, best money I ever spent) and run a ton of errands. It was a day I needed a well husband. Seth slept the entire day.
Saturday (our last day in DC) Seth was still sick. He woke up at 5:30 with that feeling. I gave him red Gatorade and made him some toast and somehow that was the straw that broke the camel's back. He ran to the bathroom and while in mid-run realized he wouldn't make it. Being the polite person Seth is, he covered his mouth and created what can only be described as a crime scene that involved the Kool-Aid man. From the ceiling to the floor, every wall in the hall/bathroom area of our temporary apartment was covered with sick. I came in to help out and almost joined Seth in the vomitorium. It was horrendous. Red Gatorade covered the house, it was bloodier than the Phantasm quintilogy.
Seth was mostly on the mend after that and then Sunday we flew to LA. We are still here today and tomorrow we continue our journey to Manila via Tokyo. Sorry there are no pics, once we get to post we will have more of our things sorted and I will be able to find the darn cord to the camera.
Wish us luck!