And naturally, I got sick. I guess it was inevitable that I would catch their germs no matter how many times I washed my hands or used Lysol on the door handles.

let me tell you, its been horrible.

Thursday night I woke up at 2am in a very bad way. I was attached to a bucket for six hours. I pulled a freaking muscle in my back from the violence of the puking. horrible times.

Friday morning I was too sick to even get the kids off to school. Thank god for the wii, becuase they spent all day on it, playing and eating cookies while I tossed and turned on the couch.

By Friday evening I was a bit better, though all my joints were agonizingly sore, and now, Saturday afternoon, I am over the threat of imminent stomach upset, but my throat is raw and burning from the vomit, and my back and chest are on fire. FIRE. I have zero energy, and I’m pretty sure that the next time the boys bring home a bug they are moving out.