A fate worse than torture

So it is 3:30 am and I am blogging, why you ask? Well, I went to bed at 10:30 as I felt crappy from my cold. At 12:30 I woke to Haven screaming, she had just thrown up all over the bathroom, I mean ALL OVER. Get her out of there and settled with a bucket, call husband who assures me he will clean it up when he gets home in the a.m. and I lock the kids out of that room. Go back to sleep and at 3 am wake to Haven throwing up,now in the bucket. Now downstairs, she is in the bathroom, I am on the couch and I realized my "cold" is now happily settled in my chest and ears, both if which hurt really really badly.