The Longest day

I think I should just put a sign on C's bed that says "Puke Here" because that's what he does. C has been puking off and on all day.  It started when I went to get him up to get going for the day.  He said good morning, got quiet, and started puking.  Then he puked more in the hallway while I was getting laundry going.  The other times I got him to the bathroom in time. FFWD to lunch time.  He hadn't puked in almost 4 hours, and he'd been holding down a little gatorade and saltines.  So, I asked him if he wanted some applesauce or chicken noodle--b/c he kept asking for food.  When he was finished, I was cleaning up the applesauce, and I hear him go upstairs.  I ask him what he's doing.  He says he's going to lay down.  I ask him lots more questions, which he doesn't answer which means he's probably going to throw up.  By the time I get up there, he's starting the heaves. Then pukes right in the center of his bed and all over himself-a lot.  Now 2 more loads of laundry after the other 2 loads I've already done today plus the gazillion I did yesterday and Tuesday. While I was stripping his bed I told him to stay in the bathtub (just dry, but to contain any more puking). I make it back upstairs, and the bathroom doesn't smell like puke, but poop.  I asked him if he'd pooped his pants--nope.  I'd asked him several times today b/c I kept getting a whiff.  Everytime I checked...nothing.  Well this time, there was something.  He must have had a wet toot earlier and not told me, so back down to the laundry.  I'm officially calling it the flu!