Yesterday Lily and the boys were sick. All with various and different symptoms. Gastric distress, fever, simply feeling flu-y.
Guess who woke up at 2:30 a.m. and after careful analysis of the situation realized that "Oh GOD! I need to puke!"
If I've given this to Kathleen I'm going to just shoot myself.
My stomach feels okay now but I feel as if I've been hit by a truck. I had a dream that will pretty much ensure I never go back to sleep again.
Lily's back at work and the boys felt good enough to go to their other grandmother's house so I assume this won't kill me. And if you're going to be sick, might as well be sick on a Sunday which is sort of already ruined merely by being Sunday.
I think I need to go lay down.
Check you, later.