The start of my day:

12am: Luke wakes up, icky diarrhea. Change him. Back to bed at 12:45am.
4:45am: Maren wakes up, asking for water... I ignore her.
5:15am: Maren throws up in her crib. (Hmmm... shouldn't have ignored her.)
5:25am: Luke wakes up; icky diarrhea.
5:50am: Sky throws up. (What on earth is going on?!)
6:20am: Luke has more icky diarrhea, but is a happy little guy.
6:30: Maren throws up again after sneaking some water from her last night's cup.
6:32: I wonder if I'm getting sick, but I have a tendency to be easily psychologically influenced by the setting around me.
6:33: Decide that me getting sick is not an option today. I feel miraculously better.

From there, things seem to have settled a bit. Maren is currently laying on the kitchen floor, refusing to do anything else. Luke is a happy little bugger, so the good news is whatever it is will pass quickly.

Andy gets home at 8pm tonight, at which time I will probably hole myself up all by myself, drink some hot tea, pray for good health, and watch some junk tv. Sounds heavenly.