the gunk

It hit our house through our youngest a week and a half ago, and then over the weekend our son caught it.

Now the gunk has strengthened it's germ forces and passed itself off to the adults in the family. I want to point out that my son did admit during prayer time a couple of nights ago he may have accidentally used my toothbrush.

Eeek, Yuck, ACCKK, EWWW, Yikes, EEK, YAK, ACKK, BLECH, UCK, (ooh, dog breath to quote Lucy from Charlie Brown).

Okay, totally changing the location my kids brush their teeth in the mornings. Permanently.

Sore throat, headache, stuffy noses, insomnia, exhaustion, and nausea. Delightful.

I have managed to struggle through all our usual activities, but today I was not sure I would make it through the day alive.

Dinner was a homemade pizza made from refridgerated dough and leftovers reheated.

 I did manage to do an hour of Math on the computer with my son, which I might add, is absolutely not a homemade remedy for this particular gunk. The Lowest Common Denominator only made me feel lower.

Anyway, no one is very sympathetic at work or home, so maybe I was looking for a titch of sympathy from my Internets.

Until then I 'll be consoling myself with a box of Advil cold and sinus. May the force protect you from this particular breed of germ, my friends.  You will need it.