Seriously, Universe?

Banner was up half of last night with a stomach virus.  I think we changed his sheets three of four times.

Poor little guy.  Throwing up is the worst.  And he already has a double ear infection.  Talk about adding insult to injury.

Then, I woke up this morning with a sore throat and a temperature that has spent most of the day between 100 and 101.5.  

Good times.

In other news, being sick (again) means that I've spent a significant amount of time watching highly questionable TV.  Because you know you are ill when changing the channel is too much effort.  Which explains why I think I watched 3 or 4 hours dosing in and out of consciousness to a HOARDERS: BURIED ALIVE marathon.  Until, that is, our power (mercifully) went out.  I'd like to think some sort of higher power was saving me from myself.  Because I'm already stressed out by the mere idea of too much clutter.  Throw in a fever and the fact that I was only half awake all afternoon, and you have a recipe for some exceptionally bizarro nightmares involving garbage, six foot high piles of newspapers and the occasional dead cat.

If it weren't for the fever, I'd totally be on a cleaning spree right now.

Here's to hoping for a better feeling tomorrow!