A huge pile of dirty bed sheets and towels, water bottles all over the house and Lysol in hand.

Three days of sickness and I feel like I have worked a 40 hour week.

It started with the poor Kaite bug but she seemed to kick it in about 12 hours then it hit me and I felt as if I would die for over 48 hours. Thank God for an amazing husband who will run to Kroger at midnight just to get his wife 7-up and Sorbet.

All this time the little master of the house has been running behind me at full force trying to help take care of myself and the others.

Michael got it on the last night and is starting to show some improvement, I think I can see him moving under the blanket.

All in all I must say I hope this is the first and last time my house gets sick. I know its crazy to think that way but hey there is no harm in wishing!