Last night, I returned home from work around 12:30 (after driving on stress inducing, snowy/icy/drifty/slushy roads...ugh.) and wasn't in the door more than 5 minutes when I heard the unmistakable sounds of one of my children in the process of vomiting.
Not quite happening...but about to.
I sprinted down the hall...listening carefully to see whose room it was coming from, then dashed to the bedside of the one who was making these noises. I grabbed a cereal box from his garbage (don't ask why it was in there...I'm just thankful it was!!) and offered it to him for a barf bucket.
Miraculously...I caught him before there was ANY mess! NONE!
One more chirping session, and he slept the rest of the night.
Woke up this morning totally fine. Totally.
I don't get it.