Here a puke, there a puke, everywhere a puke puke

Dang. Henry's first bona fide puke occurred at the condo at approximately 11:20pm on Friday night. And boy howdy was it a doozy. Probably helped that before commencing with his first bout of vomitosis, Monsieur Henry ate a bazillion blackberries and bite-sized pieces of broiled chicken. This made for a very interesting and colorful display of bile on all surfaces that were hit during the event. The lad was discovered standing in bed covered in puke. Puke in his hair, on his face, all over his pajamas, soaking through the sheets, all over the bedspread, even some on his pet pig. And it was a bright purplish color, only it took me a moment to assign the color purple to the vomit so for that millisecond I thought it was blood. Dear Zeus in the sky, that is never a good thing to experience. Several minor pukes followed, each one lessening in severity. The culprit? We think it is the same bug that I've been fighting for nearly two days now. Darr stayed home from work yesterday to take care of the wee one because I was out of commission. My throat hurts, my eyes are leaky faucets, either my right sinus or my left sinus is plugged (depending on how I'm lying on the bed), and up until dinner time, the thought of eating made me want to puke. (My actual vomiting occurred Thursday on the drive home from daycare after picking Henry up. Driving and puking, that's how I roll, Internet.) Henry has been washed off multiple times, trained in how to aim for the porcelain God in the event he has to blow again, and is currently sleeping in his bed. Darr is camped out on the floor beside him. I'm washing many loads of laundry in an attempt to salvage the following: one bedspread, two pairs of pajamas, one pillowcase, two sheets, one towel, and several wash cloths.