Later that night (much later, like 1:12 to be exact), Kristen came into my room complaining that her chest and stomach hurt. Knowing that she didn't eat much more than the olives, I asked "Are you hungry?" Her response, "Maybe." So I retrieved a roll from the kitchen and tried to help her eat some of it. No luck. I think she had a tiny crumb and was done. So, I took the roll back down to the kitchen. The prompting, "grab a bowl" came to me at the moment, so I returned to her room with a salad bowl and placed it by her bed with the instructions that IF she needed to throw up she should do it in the bowl.
I tried to go back to sleep, but never really fell back in to a deep sleep. Around 2:30, I heard a funny noise. Amy came in to my room and said, "Kristen just threw up." Used to be that Amy wouldn't wake up for anything; she said her ears were turned off at night. Not so anymore for which I am grateful. Surprisingly, Chris didn't hear anything, because he is usually up and out of bed in one second flat when he hears the wretched sound of barfing. We both go to Kristen's room to find that, yes, she had thrown up and, hallelujah, she made it in the bowl. Take a good look at the above picture. I got to see those olives twice!
She fell back to sleep and was good to go Thursday morning. Friday was field day for Misha. Amy and the rest of the 5th grade students ran all of the activities for the younger students.
Fast Forward to Friday after school. Misha came home from field day feeling worn out. I figured she hadn't had enough to drink all day. She laid on the couch and my mother instinct prompted me to put a bowl next to the couch. Whether Kristen had a stomach bug or not, I don't know, but Misha surely did. She threw up all night long Friday and a couple of times Saturday morning. Poor thing felt awful. She did, however, get out of doing yard work, so there is always a bit of a silver lining to life's miseries.