The stomach flu has hit!

Warning! If you don't like details and you have a weak stomach, read ahead with caution, or feel free to skip this entry.
It all started Thursday night. I had sent Timmy and Hannah to their rooms for the night because they kept fighting with each other. Timmy was really upset about it and right before bed he came out and told me felt dizzy and that he had a headache. There were no other signs pointing to illness so I chalked it up to it being because he was so upset. We go to bed about 10:30 and I have a migraine. I finally fall asleep and Timmy comes down to tell me he threw up. Assuming he went in the toilet, I thanked him for telling me and told him that my head really hurt, so would be please go back to bed. He asked if he could sleep on the couch and I figured, sure why not. After about a minute I had to go check on him. Migraine or not, I can't just let him tuck himself back into bed himself. I come upstairs, and he is in a little ball on the couch with no blanket or pillow. I went into his room to grab a blanket and it smells like puke! Oh poor little guy, and poor mommy too. Out of my sleepiness, I told him, "you could've at least told me you threw up all over your bed." So I began the icky task of cleaning up his room. I'd forgotten I had rubber gloves downstairs so I am very carefully cleaning with one bare hand and holding my other hand to my nose. When I was done I let Timmy know that it was okay, and would he please try to go in the toilet next time. He said he would. I tucked him and told him I loved him. Finally, 11:35 and I'm able to go back to bed and I was able to sleep the rest of the night uniterrupted. Well in the morning we let Timmy know he wasn't going to school and that he was going to miss his VIP ceremony that morning. He didn't even know about it, since it was supposed to be a surprise. He was okay with it. I think mom and dad were more bummed out about not seeing their son accept the award. He began to feel better throughout the day and we thought we were in the clear.
All day Friday went well and Saturday looked like it was going to end the same as Friday. About 9:30 Hannah comes to tell us that Kenan was throwing up. So we go up and clean him up, clean up the sheets and floor and then get Kenan settled in the living room. We prayed for him, and just when we thought it was safe to go downstairs to bed, he throws up everywhere again. So we spend another 45 minutes clean up the living room floor and giving Kenan a bath. He was so pitiful. He would say in his shakiest voice "I hurt" and then he'd point to his tummy. This was the first time we'd gon through this with Kenan and he looked so scared. All I could do was tell him it was okay, and that I knew how he felt. Jeff and I took shifts with him on the couch. We felt it too treacherous to leave him alone. He would need some help. So I made it until 1:30 am, being woke up several times to help Kenan. Finally I went down and asked Jeff to change shifts. He told me he was sick too. He went up and layed on the couch with Kenan so I could get some rest. About 1/2 hour into my sleep, Hannah comes down. She threw up. So I start to cry. I just want to sleep a little bit. So she shows me her room, and I kinda grump at her for not making it to the bathroom. While I'm cleaning it up, I apologized and told her that it was okay. She didn't mean to and I know that, I was just tired and grumpy. The last thing someone who's sick needs is someone to grump at them. Anyway, I get her room cleaned up, determined her bed was still okay to sleep in, left with a bucket. I tucked her in and went to bed. I didn't sleep well at all because everytime I heard someone get up I woke up. Now, it's been awhile since they've thrown up, but it's a rest day for everyone. Timmy says he still feels dizzy, so hopefully he doesn't get round 2. I'm just demanding that all Germs stay away from me! Thanks for getting this far if you did.