Sitting watching some TV and getting ready to take out the garbage and head up to bed. I hear the older daughter in the bathroom, which is not unusual. She's 16 and is often up late reading and such. Then I heard her yell, "Eeeewww!" and hear her sister say, "Sorry". The younger daughter (11) got up to puke. She made it as far as the hallway outside of the bathroom. It was a perfect storm. The 16 year old had carried her stuffed cat with her, but decided to place her in the hallway to keep her from getting wet while she washed up after using the toilet. Of course, that's where her sister vomited So, there I was, 1 AM, cleaning vomit from the carpet, getting the 11 year old into the shower (puke in the hair and such) and then consoling the devastated 16 year old who now has vomit on her prized stuffed animal. The stuffed cat, the pajamas and washcloths I used in the cleanup efforts are just finishing up in the washing machine and now the 11 year old just came out and puked again. So on top of everything, I'll have her at home tomorrow. Fortunately, I am on vacation until the end of the year (gotta use the time or lose it). I hear the washing machine has stopped. Time to get it in the dryer. Yaaaawwwn!!