Tuesday and Wednesday in a nutshell

**There is not a barf bucket big enough to hold the volume of vomit coming out of me. I believe I repeated, in a sobbing voice, about ten times in between heaves "This baby doesn't like me!"

**A very sick husband at home is worse than having your eyelashes pulled out one by one. Especially when he claims he is dying and when you made that similar claim a week ago after being laid out by illness he looked at you with irritation and spewed the words "You're not really dying."

**When your oldest child maintains she has the chills all day long you don't just chalk it up to her repeating what she has heard her father say ad nauseum for the last four days.....you take her freaking temperature. Hmmmmm 103.2......yes I do believe you have the chills.

*sigh*