CRAP

So beautiful wifey walks through the door at 6am or so. I'm like "what's the deal babey did they cut you loose early" ( instantly having romantic thoughs of course ). She says no "I'm really sick, my stomach really hurts and and I have diarrhea." My thoughts shift focus. I tell her to lay down and get some sleep, I'll get the kiddies to school, she just needs to rest.
I get up and get the chil'rens off to schoolin'. Then I arrange for the little ones to be taken care of for the afternoon. "Great" I sez to myself. "I have the afternoon to get stuff done."
Of course "Remember that a spider spends hours weaving a web which you can destroy with a walking-stick and the flick of a wrist." ( best laid plans of mice and men sort of thing ).
About half-way through sitting at the DPS office i start feeling like poo poo. I chalk it up to not eating yet. I get done with the chores with 2 hours before I have to get the kiddies, and I stop to get a chicken sandwich,( really good sandiwich too, pepper jack cheese and grilled green chilies ) wich I can't finish, before I start feeling REALLY bad. So I start home, about 4-5 miles but I have to stop 2 times along the way to go to the bathroom. By the time I actually get home my entire skeletal stucture feels like it's on fire. Unique sensation by the way, I recomend everyone try it once in their life. I crash on the couch ( new couch, very comfortable ) for an hour then go get the kiddies. Tyler gets in the car and says his stomach and bones are hurting.

Great, we have the flu.
I freakin' hate being sick.