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What a week!

There's nothing worse than a blogger who can not get to their computer for an entire week. I'm not exaggerating folks. It all began last Tuesday night.

As were getting ready to head out to Karate practice, Scooter decided to inform me that he had to throw up. Was it my cooking I thought? Surely that was a possibility. But why wasn't the other one vomiting yet?

And then, it happened again. And again. And again. Oh heavens, the mess. Needless to say, we never made it to Karate that night. And of course, Scooter stayed home from school on Wednesday.

By Thursday morning, I wasn't feeling so well. I decided to keep Scooter home another day since he still had that pasty look about him. As we were headed out the door, Potter told me he had pains in his tummy. He said he was OK though, so I brought him to school. (Bad Idea). Within an hour I received a call from his school informing me that my child puked all over the bathroom floor. (Right room, wrong place). By this time I was getting worse, so I called in the troops...Daddy. Hubby unfortunately works over an hour from home, so I still needed to retrieve Potter from school myself.

Upon arrival, I find Potter hunched over a trash can in the nurses office. The puke however was everywhere but in the trashcan. This is the point where my son insist that I need to buy him new sneakers since one of his puke bombs exploded on his feet. (Nice try Potter. It's called soap and water).

So I get both boys home. Luckily my husband heard the urgency in my voice and his car turned into a rocket on the way home. Nothing like love. I ran upstairs and began praying to the porcelain Gods for Mercy. My husband stayed downstairs and helped the children.

I reemerged around dinner time for a little toast. One child looked pale, the other was beginning to get some color back, and poor Hubby looked overwhelmed.

By Friday afternoon, the illness had found Hubby as well. Poor guy went out cold on the couch. By Saturday we were making a go at bouncing back. We were still so exhausted. Sunday was the same way.

Apparently, this flu thing wants to stick around a bit longer. It's now Monday. I'm down 5 pounds (that I won't miss...thank you Dunkin Donuts). And I have to confess; I forced myself into a gym today. I couldn't help myself. I made a promise to be healthier, and I'm sticking to it. Although I feel the need to take a nap today, I may actually take a walk.

The weather is beautiful for the first time in a while. Please God, no more snow!