The fun never ends around here. Olivia woke up at three o'clock this morning. She puked on the floor in her room. She puked down the hall way. She puked all over the bathroom. And herself. Poor kid - she was miserable.

Of course, this woke up both little girls - I'm running up and down the stairs, fetching towels and the mop and trying to keep the two babies from yelling the house down. Boo calmed down quickly and went back to sleep. The Bug, who is The World's Lousiest Sleeper (TM), was up, but quiet. And here I am, in my t-shirt, freezing, mopping the floors. Fun.

Olivia showered as I schlepped the puked-upon clothing and towels down to the cellar. Back upstairs again to get her into bed, with the puke bowl. A quick blood sugar check - she was 199, which I didn't correct, given the amount she threw up - and we both went back to bed.

She's been sick a few more times today, although she was able to keep down a popsicle. Her blood sugars have been fanTAStic (of course), staying between 107 and 128 all day. I haven't had to suspend her pump at all.

This stupid stomach thing just won't go away. I'm guessing she has the same thing I had over the weekend and if so, she'll be feeling a bit better tomorrow. She's going for bloodwork on Wednesday, though, so we can see if there's anything else to all this stomach drama.

Hopefully we can get to the bottom of this. My washing machine and I will both be grateful for the break.