Mark two more down on the list of sick people at our house. Liz and Alyssa both woke up with the early symptoms of the flu. I will not go so far as to say this is the swine flu because frankly, I don't care which flu it is. It is kicking our collective asses.

Ironically, the only one besides Whitney (who has been at her friend's house for the past week)  in the house not sick is Josh. That child never gets sick. Jake and I think that even the germs are afraid of him. I will say he had somewhat of a cough last week, but nothing like what we are facing.

Emily is on day six, I believe, of the bug. I am hoping that she will start to show improvements over the next few days. Caleb woke up this morning and when I asked him how he felt, he said in his most pitiful voice; "Not so good, Mommy". He is just too cute. He seems to be feeling slightly better at the moment, he is listening to "Poker Face" in the living room. Yes, my four year old has a huge love affair with Lady Gaga, what can I say?

Matt, in a rare act of compassion, actually left work early last night so that I could go to bed early. That was wonderful except I was totally unable to fall asleep. I laid there from six until almost eleven. I finally chugged the last little bit of nyquil we had and begged for mercy. It worked because I fell asleep just in time for Emily to wake up. She had fallen asleep at six and at midnight was up feverish again. Thankfully, she went back to sleep fairly easily.

I spoke with Whitney this morning and have pretty much told her this house is quarantined and she needed to stay at Mandi's until we were over this stuff. She has yet to succumb and I really don't want her missing any more school than necessary.

All the hard work that Jake and I did yesterday was quickly destroyed and frankly, I don't care. I am too sick to worry about it at this point.

Emily is scheduled for a developmental evaluation next week, but I think I am postponing it until a later date. It is just a formality she has to go through in order to see if she still qualifies for services. My smartie pants is counting to three with her fingers as she says "one, two, three". I am pretty confident that she will not qualify for services due to developmental delays. However, because of her Down syndrome, she will qualify under another criteria. I am not exactly overly concerned either way. Emily is making great strides and I have no doubt that she will continue in this manner.

That is all from my (oink oink) flu infested house.

Later!

I should have known this was coming. Emily was the first to get sick. Caleb followed a few days later. Matt came home sick Saturday and Jake started a sneezing fit last night. This morning I woke up and I.Am.Sick.

I am taking the day off and trying to organize the house. It always seems to fall apart while I am sick, so I am hoping that before I get really sick that I can put some order into place.

So, miss me today. Play nice with one another and I hope to be back tomorrow.

The house is being overtaken by sick people and I am too tired to come up with anything. I decided to just throw out some of the random thoughts that are swirling through my brain.

Why does Matt always get sick the night prior to his one day off for the week?

Do Caleb and Emily have just a cold or could this be the swine flu?

Is it worth taking them all the way over to the doctor to find out that in fact it is just a cold and there is nothing they can do for them?

Who enters my house after I go to sleep and destroy all the work that I have done?

Is there really such a thing as too much tequila?

If I just stopped doing laundry, would any of the kids even notice?

Am I ever going to get those videos of Hayven that the dumbass promised me last week?

How hard is it to send an email anyway? Caleb can do it and he is four. You would think a 42 year old man could figure it out.

How much longer can I sit on this package for April before she thinks I forgot about it? (I haven't, I just hate the post office)

Why don't they make a drive thru post office? I know that mothers of small children would stand up and sing if they did.

Did Spongebob and Sandy really get married or was it just a stunt for November sweeps?

Are the women on the Bridezilla show really that bitchy?

If they are, how do they have any friends?

If the coyotes actually come up and snatch Caleb or Emily off our porch will the animal control finally respond to our calls?

Why do I break the same toe over and over again?

How much longer is my mother going to allow my grandmother to control the situation before she takes matters into her own hand? Hey Mom, just pretend it is me and run roughshod all over her.

Where in the world did my sister find a pig chandelier?

Furthermore, what possessed her to put it up in her front entryway?

Should I even take the moment to dream that this Thanksgiving holiday will be any different than previous years?

How many times will I endure the statement; "Oh Caleb would look so much cuter with his hair cut shorter"?

How many more times will the kids change their minds about what they want for Christmas?

When will I finally tell them it is too late, the presents are here and you are out of luck?

How in the world did I catch April's stomach bug when she lives 3000 miles away?

Does the guy that does the transformer toy reviews on youtube have a real job?

Does he date much?

Will I have the courage to register for school in a few weeks knowing that it is going to cause major upheaval in my life?

Is it really possible for me to achieve those dreams that I buried years ago?

Why did Momaroo asked my permission to post two of my blogs and yet never did?

Okay, my brain has run dry. I am off to try and get the laundry done. Happy Sunday!