I blew

I knew it was going to happen. I tried to lay perfectly still and not move so as to not awaken the gods of tossing my cookies. I was doing ok until sweet little Sydney came in to my room and said she needed me to go to the potty with her. That just got things all stirred up. I feel completely hungover. I feel like I tied one on last night, and I woke up half expecting to find the phone off the hook and then shriek in terror after realizing I drunk dialed someone I should not have. Fortunately I only attempted to call my mother to "check on me in the night". I can see the bright lights of 40, and I still want my mom to check on me in the night when I get sick.

I even had the hangover water dreams. I didn't dare attempt to drink anything because it would never stay down, so I was dying of thirst at about 1am. When I was a booze hound, I would awaken to dreams of cupboards full of water bottles, of glasses upon glasses of cool, ice water. I would wake up desperately thirsty, but waaaay too sick at my stomach to actually drink anything. This is how I feel today. I'm not a drinker, the occasional wine with dinner is all I do. There is a reason for that, I hate feeling like crap, I no longer have time for it. But here I sit, sick as a dog and dying of thirst.

Both of my babies are sick, and my big baby is sick as well. He's so sick he's leaving work early. I've seen him go to work with pneumonia. He never misses work (I, on the other hand, call in sick if I stump my toe).

So wish us luck, my hope is that it passes at the 24 hour mark. Then I can bleach the entire house and get rid of this bastard germ that has taken over our lives.