This week.

WOW! I have had a heck of a week. It all started Sunday morning. Well, Sunday afternoon I guess. My husband woke up with this awful stomach virus. It only lasted twenty-four hours but it was rough. Then, our 18 year old son got it. He stayed home from school. The next person in line to get this wonderful thing was our 19 month old son. That was fun! I would start to get one mess cleaned up and another would happen. I had the baby in one arm, the phone up to my ear explaining to Daddy what was going on, and wishing that I would sprout a third arm so I can strip the sheets on his bed. The next day our English Bulldog gets sick. By this time I am spraying the house down with Lysol and praying that this mess stops before it goes any further. I know that there is no way for me to get that lucky. Well, I get a phone call to let me know that our 11 year old daughter just hurled all over her friend on the bus. Not even close to being done I am afraid. So, at this point I am praying that it doesn't get me because we are in trouble if it does. If I am stuck in bed who will do laundry, cook dinner, clean house, and do everything else that everyone in my house is allergic to doing. Guess what! I got it! I have spent the last TWO days in bed and believe me it was no vacation. I am so behind on my homework, my house was in serious need of cleaning and sanatizing, and I still feel like crap. What am I to do? I am going to try and play catch up tonight. I might just get lucky and my grades will not suffer too bad. My 16 year old daughter tells me she doesn't get sick like everyone else. Guess what honey you are going to be next and she was. So, now there are two people upstairs and sick. I hope and pray that this is over. Tommorrow will make a full week. Please let this end.