It's not ideal to sleep in a twin bed with a large dog.

Yesterday, both my boys stayed home from school. I was suspicious.

I sent out a twitter...was this suspicious? Or contagious?

Turns out, contagious.

One has had blasting diarrhea, the other has thrown up and has a fever.
My bathroom looks like a crime scene.
Then I felt icky and realized I had a fever.

It made for a long day.

Then, last night, oh, what can I say about last night.
I ended up in a twin-sized bed with the 89 pound dog, Annie.
She snores, she takes up a lot of room and she changes position every half hour.

At 3am, I had to move to the den floor, with Annie, to keep one child company.
long story.
at 4am one child freaked out because he couldn't find me, and I moved back to the master bed.
at 5am we talked about heading to the ER. (we didn't)
at 6am we had family bonding.
at7am, I was back in bed.

Today, both kids are home again. Still sick. My sanity is lost. I'm a walking zombie. And the worry doesn't turn off...when the kids are sick, I worry.

I had something else to post about, but I've completely forgotten what it was.
I have a lot of laundry and cleaning to do today.
I started seeing a therapist yesterday.
My new goal is to work on me.
Did you know that in this day and age, some people still don't believe in therapy?
I think it almost always is beneficial.
I think everyone should experience it.
Do you agree? Or do you think I'm off my rocker?