Make It Stop! Make It Stop!

As if being Monday wasn't bad enough. Jacob woke up at 6 this morning covered in vomit. His bedroom was even scarier. I was already not feeling well myself and now I have this to deal with. He feels like he's running a fever but he won't hold the thermometer under his tongue and he refuses to shut his mouth. I don't want to do a rectal temp on him because his poor booty is so raw from the explosive diarrhea he's been having since last night. I guess it was a sign of things to come. I tried to give him Tylenol but he just threw it up about 30 minutes later. So now he's in the bath acting like nothing ever happened and I'm freaked out. Trying to keep the two little away from each other is not working out. Would it be wishful thinking if I thought it would start and end with him? I can only hope. I can't deal with that again. After the fiasco in January '09 I can't even imagine doing that again. I'd rather have kidney stones again. No seriously, I would. What we went through the entire month of January last year is what I would envision life in hell to be like. What made it even worse is both DH and I had it at the same time and Josslyn was only 6 months old, Jacob was barely 2, and Justyn had school. I want to cry just thinking of it coming back into this house. Is it bedtime yet?