All was going well on Wednesday we even got out to church and taught Pastor Peter how to use Twitter! All went well that is until bedtime, Béibhinn just wouldn't settle (and as a result, neither would Fearghus) suddenly she insisted on being brought to the kitchen where she started to vomit. And so the night progressed, she vomited again and again. I was being very practical about it and even started to put some clothes into the wash. Things started to slow down later on and I decided to check the laundry. I found the laundry room full of black smoke and a smell of burn. Our washing machine had given up-right in the middle of a pukey wash! Ugh! Murphy's Law is what they call it I believe.
Anyway, after throwing up eight times poor little Béibhinn finally slept. We hunkered down all day Thursday for Daddy's return this morning. And boy were we glad to see him get home! Because he hadn't slept much on his overnight flight he needed to nap when he got home. Béibhinn found him asleep and decided to cuddle in beside him and take a nap. Daddy, Béibhinn and Fearghus all slept for four long hours this morning. All in recovery mode I think!