Siiick

What the heck is up with this season? What with the SWINE FLU EPIDEMIC (I'm fearmongering! I've always wanted to fearmonger!) and us having some kind of food poisoning, various colds and all of that business, poor Andrew was sick over the weekend. I waited ALL DAY to go shopping and literally the moment we stepped into the store, he erupted into tears. And cried. And cried. I left the store about three minutes later, because I REFUSE to be that frazzled mom with two kids, one of which is throwing a fit. We went straight home because it's not like Andrew to be inconsolable. He went to sleep, and when he woke up, decided to throw up. It was lovely.

And now, I woke up this morning feeling AWFUL. Is it me, or has everyone been on their death beds lately? Everyone I talk to is sick. All of my friends, neighbors, everyone.

So. Does anyone want to bring me chicken soup? Scratch that, even that is making me queasy. How about a lime Pepsi with lots of ice and a trashy book to read? Sound good?

After I get my work done I am plowing into my pillow and staying there all afternoon. The kids can run rampant. Andrew isn't mobile, so I figure he can't get into too many shenanigans. And as long as the front door is locked, I'm sure Addison will be fine.

UGH! Sickness!

I am so over it.