Tonight hit an all-time low, though, in the dignity department.
I've got a stomach bug. I've been throwing up for 24 hours straight. I had the boys at dyacare today so I was able to stay home and get some rest. But I picked them up and the ride home was too much for my stomach.
Rather than puke in peace, I had two kids hanging on me (literally) inches away from the toilet bowl. And I had a cheering section. Every time I puked, Matthew screamed "WHOA!!!!!" while Ben clapped, as though I had just won a race. At least I had some laughter through the pain.
Good times. Loss of dignity and all.