Quick recap before I have to head for the bathroom. I spent an ultra romantic valentines day in bed. I woke up Thursday morning and spent an hour lying on the tile. By 4:30am I had been throwing up for three hours and work was out of the question. The next time I woke up it was two in the afternoon and another trip to the outhouse was in order. I awoke around 7:30pm to find Mom and Dad watching the kids. After they got everyone to bed I cut them loose and didn’t get up again until this morning at 2:00am when a crying Liza let me know that she had joined me in the fun zone.
So we have a little family barf-a-thon for an hour or so and back to dreams of sugarplums being violently expelled from my stomach. 6:00am and Max is screaming his head off so Its my turn because I decided to skip Thursday. I’d be screaming too if my Barney doll and all of my bedding was covered in Popsicle colored vomit. I had some dry heaves that completely cracked him up but we managed without further expulsion. I have been awake for nearly five hours and still feel like toasted crap but it looks like I’ll live. Time for another round of wife and childcare so I need to begin the standing process. I will never laugh at the people getting flu shots again.
11:10:30 AM 
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