Ye Olde Fashioned Vomit Bug

I finished cleaning at 9pm, ready to be absorbed by a new book, when I hear retching from downstairs. The boy is projectile vomiting in his semi sleep. At first its only the bedclothes which are covered. Boy is inconsolable. Then I get covered. The hallway is runby covered as I run to the toilet with him. When we emerge, a half hour and full stomach contents later, I notice my new Milanese boots are drenched in vomit. The poor boy is a one man vomit machine for the rest of the night. I take him to our bed, cue 3 changes of sheets later at 2am, I admit defeat. I reach for my glasses and notice that these ended up in the sick bucket. As I head downstairs with the boy I dont know whether I am disorientated from lack of sleep, or whether its just from the coating of sick on my galsses. Poor boy continues to throw up every half hour, or whenever he moves, whichever is sooner. He manages 45 mins sleep cuddled upto me (the best part of the night!). At 5am he is bored of me reading and singing (who would not be?), so I abandon all principles and we watch some junk tv. Boy much better. Milanese boots dont have a good prognosis, one is beautiful and unscathed, the other horribly scarred, its not shiny and looks old. Vomit is very scary stuff.